...with the help of some dear friends of course. A week ago I took a vacation (on a budget) to visit two of my closest friends in the big city that never sleeps. Dhyana and Juan are two awesome people I meet while studying abroad in Espana, and now that we've done the New York tour we can officially say we've hung out in three countries as a trio! This trip was super kewl (notice the renegade spelling to further prove how cool it was) snags and all. I stayed for four day and came armed with a list of things to do. Most of them food related. With all that background info given we should all be on the same page. So a review of Neo Griot in New York:

DAY 1
I arrived mid-afternoon into LaGuardia and took the Super Shuttle in. When arranging my trip I thought this would be the most prudent plan as my friends have grown-up jobs and wouldn't be able to meet me at the airport. Unfortunately, I arrived during the whole "white cooler" apocalypse and my shuttle was promptly delayed. By the time I was all loaded up to make the trip to Manhattan it was about rush hour which meant a lot of time in crazy NYC traffic, throughout Manhattan, in an old van with no shocks. I got car sick and crabby. So when I called Juan to meet up post checking into my hotel I greeted him fondly with, "I am so hungry I could punch somebody in the face." Totally an exaggeration but he knows me well enough to know how moody I get when hungry. (It can be so much like those Snickers commercials!) So we made plans to meet for Vietnamese in Union Square for dinner with Dhyana. The dinner was pretty good... I had an awesomely spicey curry shrimp soup thing... but the best was dessert. Knowing my love for all baked goods Juan took my to his favorite cupcake bakery: Crumbs.

Dhyana y yo sonriendo

They literally have cupcakes as big as your head. Take a look...

This cupcake is a bad mutha... shut yo mouth!

After some serious deliberation I decided on the halfbaked flavour. It had gobs of stuff on it. The cake was a swirl of chocolate and vanilla (mostly vanilla). The frosting was half vanilla and half chocolate with cookie crumbs on top. The latin name I believe is: sweetimus maximus. Or something like that. Juan got his favorite butterfinger. Dhyana... poor thing, doesn't eat eggs so she ate an apple. No joke. She's like the healthiest person I know! I wish I could say I had such discipline but alas, I don't. I ate that whole cupcake and it was lovely. The cake was moist and the frosting tasty... although I could have done with a little less. I'm not a huge frosting fan. After gabbing and gobbling dessert in the park as young posh bohemians we all ventured our separate ways at the end of the night and vowed to meet up in the morning to take in some culture.

DAY 2

Los tres amigos met again. This time in the borough of Brooklyn! Somehow, someway I'd found out about the exhibit on the gentrification Brooklyn at the MoCADA. The museum is fairly small, located on the BAM campus in one of its buildings. However, the exhibit feature local artist whose are touched on a universal issue (displacement of low-income and POC communities in the name of renewal and revitalization) in a very dare I say colloquial way. With the Renegade Art Fair taking place annually in Brooklyn and the continued popularity of hipsterdom as the new cool it was interesting to see art from multiple sides of the spectrum. By life long Brooklyn residents, those on the cusp of the renewal and White flight back to the borough, and even local kids who'd taken part in an art class project on the subject. Afterward, we realized all that pondering had made us hungry so we took the train further into Brooklyn to grab some Banh Mi. This was Juan's first time trying the sandwich so I eager to convert him. I am all about portable foods... burritos, gyoza, samosas, pasties, etc. So the banh mi sandwich is right up my alley. I'm typically limited to just a chicken version as I don't eat swine (no bacon for me) and I'm not big on beef.

Mmmmm.... banh mi for me!

After our lunch break we kept on truckin' through Brooklyn. I had heard of a wafel truck selling Belgian wafels... the dense ones with the studded sugar pearls. So me and my foodie friends check the Wafels & Dinges' hot line and tracked the truck down. Unfortunately, by the time we got to its location they were packing up to move to their late night spots. Juan, always my hero explained, "Man, she came here all the way from MICHIGAN to try these waffles!" So the owner/cook took pity on Midwestern me and gave me a plan wafel to try. And a couple of pictures!

Make (and eat) wafels... not war.

No words... this picture is worth 1,000.

This.wafel.was.amazing. (a period means pause, so please pause for dramatic affect when reading that prior bit). Soft, still warm, with pockets of pearled sugar sweetness, a nice chewy texture. And all it had on it was a dusting of powdered sugar! I couldn't wait to try the real deal... b/c Juan and I both new after tasting this wafel that we'd track this truck down again and get the whole experience. So we took a bathroom break and the Brooklyn museum and waited.... see how content we were to do so:

Juan y yo chillaxin' in the sol

I know at this point you want to know more... but the end of the glorious reunion vacation is another story all together. Mostly I'm waiting on some additional fotos but in the meantime... I will be back soon with after pictures of those brownie ice cream sandwiches a la Ray Ray.

Hello peoples.... First things first! I know the video from the compost cookie post is down. I uploaded it from my desktop and it worked for a bit. Now it doesn't and I'm still trying to figure out why. In the meantime here's the first installment of my confession episode. I'm spilling my heart out hear so please be nice. I know this is a controversial issue so just know this is my opinion. You can agree or disagree. So without further melodrama I present my confession (part 1).