Kevin Powell of ‘The Real World’ Will Do a Shot If He's Elected to Congress
Saturday, May 31
I was recovering from seeing Sex and the City on Friday — I liked it. I hadn’t seen a movie in six months. I went to Siggy's in Brooklyn Heights, a vegetarian-vegan restaurant on Henry Street. They have the best breakfast. I had buckwheat pancakes with natural, organic syrup and a banana smoothie with soy milk and protein. For breakfast I usually have orange juice with apples and bananas. If I don’t have organic OJ in the house, I just drink water.
I was out and about around the campaign trail and ended up at Habana Outpost. I love the fact that it’s run by solar energy. I tend to go to restaurants that have healthy food or are green. I only eat the veggie burger there. The corn is popular, but it’s got butter on it so I’m not going to eat that sucker. I go to a holistic doctor, and he recommends things to get rid of and dairy was at the top of the list.
In the evening I went to an Indian restaurant, Amin. I tend to lean toward shrimp curry with rice and peas and lots of water. I take very seriously that drinking three to four gallons of water a week.
Sunday, June 1
I go to Emmanuel Baptist Church in Brooklyn every Sunday. This was my day off — I begged for it — so I didn’t really do anything. I made pancakes and vegetarian sausage and bacon.
I ended up at Rice later, one of my favorite restaurants. I always get shrimp dim sum, and I always have either pad Thai or tofu or Indian curry with tofu and shrimp. I lean toward shrimp a lot.
I tend to eat two meals a day instead of three. If I have breakfast and dinner or lunch and dinner, I’m pretty good. And I try not to eat after 9 p.m.
Monday, June 2
Back to the torture of the campaign. Monday through Fridays I do fund-raising calls from noon to 5 p.m. in Manhattan. We tend to order in a lot because I’m forbidden from leaving the office. My campaign-finance director, who’s 20, told me, “I’ve never eaten as much Indian food in my life as I’ve had with you.” It’s been Indian, Indian, Indian. I like to go to Baluchi’s off of Chambers.
Tuesday, June 3
There’s a petition season that began on Tuesday where you have to get 1,000 signatures by July. For the next month I’m up at 5 a.m., and then I’m at subway stations starving. I really paid attention to what Hillary and Barack have said about your diet suffering on the campaign — it’s really true. I had my volunteers going to vegan restaurants and stuff, and they’re like, “What is this? It’s like eating rubber. This is not real chicken or real ribs — why do you have us here?”
I had a tiny soup — I don’t even think I had a full meal.
I was in East New York petitioning, and when it was over, I had the adrenaline rushing because I was meeting a lot of voters. I grabbed a falafel. That’s something I eat a lot of. I’ll eat a falafel and grab a bag of soy chips from the market, and my fruit, and I end up falling asleep with all that stuff in my bed. It’s not a pretty sight. I’m a bachelor in New York — sometimes I wake up and there’s a bag of barbecue soy chips laying in the bed next to me, and I’m like, “Ah, breakfast.”
Wednesday, June 4
I woke up feeling like I had the flu. I worked at home, had some fruit for breakfast, and then went into the office.
We went to a dim sum place called Golden Unicorn on East Broadway. We met with a huge potential donor to our campaign. It was so much food, but for three people it only was like $43. It was amazing.
I was at a community meeting from 8 p.m. to midnight. I was starving, so I stopped at a 24-hour organic market in Fort Greene and ordered soy pizza and I devoured it when I got home. I’m trying to kick that soy-pizza habit — you think you’re eating healthy, but you’re still eating pizza.
Thursday, June 5
We had to go to an old-school diner in East New York (the Galaxy Café at the corner of Pennsylvania and Lyndon) to have a breakfast meeting with Councilman Charles Barron who’s supporting our campaign. It’s a nice place. There are people who look like they live there — it’s like they work in shifts. I looked at the menu and thought, I don’t think the word vegetarian is going to apply to this. It was like grease and grease and grease — the only thing I could eat was the corn muffin, and even that was greasy. I was feeling kind of queasy the rest of the day.