Comedian Todd Barry Eschews Tomatoes, Eggs, and Mayo, But Not 33-Cent Cookies
Friday, March 7
I had two radio interviews to promote my new CD, From Heaven. Before the first interview, I ate about three-quarters of a slice of pizza from some place near Times Square. I would’ve eaten the whole thing, but I knew I had time to kill between the interviews and I’d want to eat again. After the first interview I had a design-your-own salad at a place called Mendy’s. I watched some guy eating a sandwich that had some sort of white dressing on it. He defiantly refused to wipe the dressing off his face, while sitting uncomfortably close to a stranger in the mostly empty restaurant.
For a midday snack I had Trader Joe’s almonds. Second midday snack: some 33 cent Drake’s oatmeal cookies and coffee from the deli near my apartment.
That night, I had two shows at Comix. Comedy clubs aren’t known for their food, but this place is an exception. I had a preshow Caesar salad, then a between-shows dinner of pan-roasted chicken with mashed potatoes, green beans, and carrots.
Saturday, March 8
I went with a friend to Westville East, but a construction crew was doing some jackhammering right next to it, and that’s about the worst sound in the world to me. That, and the sound of a fire-truck horn.
We walked a bit and stopped at Life Café, which I hadn’t been to in a while. We were seated at a table that had me pressed up against the people behind me, and my friend pressed up against a radiator. I usually don’t walk out of restaurants once I’m seated, but I thought we could do better, so we walked to a place called Rue B. They were serving their brunch menu. I don’t like brunch food, so I just ordered some sides: roasted potatoes, bacon, toast. Yes, I realize that’s brunch food. I should’ve said I don’t like eggs.
I had to do another two shows at Comix. My preshow meal was a chopped salad, which I ordered without tomatoes, even though tomatoes weren’t listed as an ingredient. Tomatoes make me squirm. I had the pan-roasted chicken again for my between-shows dinner.
Late Saturday night, I went to the grocery store to buy a light snack. Unfortunately I discovered a new flavor of Doritos: Spicy Sweet Chili. Since this was Doritos' first nod to Asian culture, I felt compelled to buy a small bag and eat it within minutes of entering my apartment. I drank some orange juice, too. Tropicana. No pulp. I don’t like pulp for the same reasons I don’t like tomatoes.
Sunday, March 9
My late lunch was a burger, butter-lettuce salad, and cappuccino at Noho Star. I like the place; it’s very airy.
Early evening, hot-cinnamon-spice iced tea (the cinnamon was hot, not the tea) at Sympathy for the Kettle on St. Marks Place.
Later I went back to Westville East. There were no jackhammers, so I ate grilled lemon-pepper chicken, Brussels sprouts with Dijon sauce, pesto mashed potatoes. I only started eating Brussels sprouts maybe five years ago. I can’t believe how much I like them. No one can.
Monday, March 10
For breakfast I got a small coffee from Porto Rico Trading on St. Mark’s Place.
Lunch: crispy chicken tacos from Chipotle. I really like this place. I even talk about them on my new CD.
I go to Veselka quite a bit, usually late. This time I really overate: Sloppy Joe, sweet-potato fries, and a salad.
Tuesday, March 11
I got coffee from a place called Atlas Café, then another coffee from Panya on Stuyvesant Street.
I had a late lunch at Cafe Mogador. Chicken-kebab sandwich (no tomatoes) and a mesclun salad. Really good. After I was done, the friendly waitress brought over a complimentary almond croissant. I asked her why she did that. She said because I was “smiley.” I’ve been called various things, but “smiley” isn’t one of them. Maybe she was being sarcastic.
For dinner I had smoked chicken wings, ginger scallion noodles, soft-serve ice cream at Momofuku
Wednesday, March 12
I left for Austin. Had a few almonds, some deli coffee before I left, then an Asiago-cheese bagel and a bottle of water at Au Bon Pain at La Guardia airport.
I flew Continental, which is one of the few airlines that still gives you food on domestic flights. I had a breaded chicken sandwich and a salad. I didn’t add the little packet of mayonnaise to the sandwich for the same reason I don’t like tomatoes or orange-juice pulp.
My first meal in Austin wasn’t what I expected — a free sample of a Zone nutrition bar that they were giving out near the registration tables at the South by Southwest convention.
Later I had the other Zone bar that I discovered in the swag bag I got when I registered.
Very late dinner: a really good jalapeño sausage from the Hot Dog King truck.
Apartments are probably cheaper in Austin, but a regular slice of pizza costs $3.75.