Friday, January 3
Drinking several Manhattans the night before provided a rather slow start that day. But I didn't care. It was off to the deli on 9th Street and First Avenue for a turkey, egg, and cheddar wrap. I always choose a wrap because I feel like you get more egg. I know that's probably not true, but that's what I choose to believe.
I also had the first of many coffees. I start by making coffee at home, and then it usually spirals into Starbucks or the Bean, which sounds like something that would be on a sitcom, and not a real place.
I went to the gym, so I felt like I could eat whatever the fuck I wanted. I met my friend, Zuzanna Szadkowski, at Veselka. We met in high school, and we've been best friends ever since. I had the amazing turkey burger and fries. I also got a Stella because it still felt like the holidays.
I met some friends at one of my favorite East Village restaurants, Upstate. We had amazing oysters and a kick-ass cheese plate. And of course, a lot of beer. I really like the Radiant Pig IPA for its taste and its reference to Charlotte's Web. We continued on and had a sensible nightcap at the Mermaid Inn, another personal favorite in the East Village. A little bourbon before bed is never a bad idea.
Saturday, January 4
Breakfast was a very casual at-home affair: too much coffee and some yogurt and granola. Sometimes, I just don't have the energy for cooking in the morning.
I had sushi at Hasaki with my boyfriend. I love that place. It's very straightforward and delicious. I got the sushi combo: salmon, tuna, and yellowtail. And always a spicy tuna roll.
My boyfriend and I met up with some friends, and we all went to the Rocking Horse in Chelsea. Great guacamole and chips. I don't know what makes the chips so special, but they are special. I'm sure they're fried in something magical. I usually get the carne guisado: It's jalapeño-braised beef brisket and it is damn good. Kind of spicy, so tender. And of course, no Mexican dinner is complete without an obscene amount of margaritas. I enjoy the frozen margaritas here. They serve them with the largest straws I have every seen, which in my mind, enhances the drinking experience.
Sunday, January 5
The margarita binge-drinking fest made it nearly impossible to motivate in the morning. And by morning, I mean afternoon. But because this is New York and because it is amazing, I was able to help myself heal with a large breakfast order from Moonstruck Diner. The breakfast wrap with egg, ham, and cheese is perfect for hang-overs — both physical and psychological.
My eating schedule was totally fucked up. Between my hang-over and watching an obscene amount of HGTV, my boyfriend and I could barely leave the apartment. But it was Nikki M. James's last night in the Book of Mormon, and I love her madly. We pulled ourselves together and headed to the Palm in Midtown to celebrate her amazing run. The Palm is a top-notch place for steaks. I know my steaks. I'm from Omaha, Nebraska. I tried to show restraint and got a nine-ounce filet. I wanted the fourteen-ounce, but that seemed ridiculous. The creamed spinach was amazing, too: I'm not the best sharer when that's on the table. And because I was hanging out with my old castmates celebrating, there was a lot of wine consumed. Those Mormon boys really know how to knock 'em back. I've missed them terribly.
Monday, January 6
I was so excited and a little nervous for the party and screening of Girls' third season! I hadn't seen any of the episodes yet. Elijah left on horrible terms with Hannah and Marnie, and he's trying very hard to get back into their good graces.
I made a little breakfast scramble with eggs, spinach, and cheese. Sort of boring, but delicious. And then I met up with my pal Zuzanna again for lunch. I made her come to my neighborhood because that's the kind of friend I am. We went to Café Orlin, and I got the warm mozzarella sandwich with vegetables and sun-dried tomatoes. I've been ordering that sandwich since I moved to New York in 1997. Café Orlin was the first restaurant I discovered, and it seemed so fucking cool. I felt like I was really living in New York when I ate there. I still do. The fact that the staff has stayed the same age gives it a real timeless quality for me.
I was too, too nervous for dinner. I knew it was a bad idea to not eat, but I did it anyway. And I was correct. I didn't eat at the party because I was too excited to talk to people and I didn't want to chew while I was talking to the president of HBO. But I made the bold choice to drink with abandon. I mean, it's an open bar and it's the Girls premiere ... am I supposed to not drink? I don't think so.
Luckily, Landmarc is open late, and my friends and I could grab one more drink (meaning three) and some food. This diary is quickly turning into a cry for help. It's so anorexic-y, and it was a drunken accident, but we only ate French fries. They were sort of closing ... I don't know. I have the diet of an alcoholic 12-year-old boy. Sandwiches and French fries!
Tuesday, January 7
My phone said it was seven degrees! My boyfriend and I barely made it to breakfast without our faces falling off. We managed to get to Amelia's, an adorable diner on Varick Street. I know I hit a lot of diners, but I've been in L.A. for over a year, and there aren't really any diners there. They're not real diners, you know? I ordered pancakes, eggs, and sausage — also known as the Lumberjack! I love the Lumberjack. Even if a diner doesn't call that order "the Lumberjack," I still order it as such.
Even though my body nearly shut down from the cold, I still managed to get to Brooklyn Heights to have yet another lunch with my friend Zuzanna. This time I was a good friend and went to her neighborhood. We went to Custom House on Montague Street. Adorable. Very nice staff. We had a flatbread pizza and an order of Buffalo chicken tenders. I also had a hot toddy, because did I mention it's fucking cold? If I'm going to freeze, I might as well be tipsy when I do it.
Wednesday, January 8
I had a breakfast sandwich from Starbucks — just out of necessity, not because I wanted it. It was not the greatest sandwich in the world. Then I had a coffee at Gemma — one of my favorite places in the East Village.
For lunch, I'm going back to Tarallucci E Vino. I love that place. It's one of those Italian coffee-and-pastry places, and at night, it turns into a wine bar.
Dinner tonight is at Bill's Food and Drink. My boyfriend and I are going to a party for Zac Posen. I've never been to that place, so I'm kind of excited. I'm never on the Upper East Side. I went to school up there, and I now I avoid it all costs.