stream-of-consciousness

I usually pride myself on having a near-photographic memory, until I try to remember something and find myself terrifically mistaken. Sure, when I DO remember something, I'll remember everything - tone, pitch, inflection, how it looked, the soft-scented breeze, yada yada yada. I often confuse that for having a good memory.

The two do not necessarily go hand in hand. To be fair, I have a pretty good memory, just not as good as I like to think. So, on that note...

...A wee little list to help remind me of things I could potentially immortalize in this blog'o'power (scary how quickly my blog went from, "sticking my toe in" to "blog'o'power"). Feel free to skip. Or feel free to FEEL THE POWER (do you have enough room in here, for you and my blog's suddenly inflated ego? No? Allow me to deflate. Pfffffffffffffffffffffft. Doneskis.).

Le Bernardin

Daniel

Morimoto

S'mac

Lucali

Keen's

John's Shanghai

Craft

Fatty Crab

The Spotted Pig

Adrienne's

Megu Midtown

August

L'Express

Pastis

Schiller's Liquor Bar

Cafeteria

Mad Dog & Beans Cantina

Beckett's

Henry St.

Sweetipie's

Patsy's

Sweet Revenge

Rare

Charlie Mom's

Apt 138

Cafe Society

Pinkberry v. Red Mango

Citarella

Momofuku Ko