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Hello. I am obsessed with this glassware. Sadly, these glasses not available for purchase on the interwebs. And I need them in my kitchen. Sheep Station, if I were you, I’d keep a close eye on those pint glasses of yours…

And now, it is story time.

I went to Sheep Station last week with my homegirl Jordan (basically the only person I’m talking about lately, I promise you I do have other friends) and her friend Kelly who was in town. One of the first things we noticed when we went inside was a giant stroller just hanging out. No biggie. I’ve seen strollers before. We sat down at a table and next to us was a group of about 4-5 adults with three kids, all age 2 or under. No biggie. We talk to our server, order our food, everything comes out. Normal dinner. We’re in the middle of an interesting conversation and all of a sudden we hear an “AHHHHHHHHHH!” coming from the 2-year old’s mouth about four feet away from us. I look over and jokingly send a dirty look in that direction (I mean, you can’t really give a 2-year-old a dirty look) and then us girls laugh to ourselves and think, “Wow, that baby is crazy.”

60 seconds later. “AHHHHHHHHHHH!” This kid is screaming at the top of his/her lungs. Again our conversation comes to a halt. The baby does not stop. The mom and dad keep saying to it things along the lines of, “You can’t do that Name of Baby. You’re distracting those around you Name of Baby.” Name of Baby does not care. Keeps yelling and yelling. By this point us three are bewildered that one of the parents has not taken the child outside to calm him/her down. They’re just sitting there ignoring its screams. I mean, I’m all down for ignoring kids when they’re acting up, but when you’re out in public, such as in a restaurant, you’ve got to do something. I’m sure it’s embarrassing for you, but take the dang kid outside. So the kid is still yelling. Also, mind you – the family has paid their bill. WHAT are they doing there? Anyway, staff comes over to talk to them two times and finally the OWNER comes out and tells them that they understand the baby is a baby but they have a full dining room right now and it’s distracting for everyone trying to enjoy their meals and would you please do something? Mom’s response is as follows: “She’s two, what do you want me to do?” OH REALLY? The owner then asks them to leave.

SNAP!

I mean it’s the same thing if you’re in a crowded movie theatre or church, you take the kid outside and calm him/her down and then you bring the baby back in. Hello!

So once they finally left (while taking their sweet time and passive-aggressively telling Name of Baby quite loudly that she really needs to calm down because they’re getting kicked out of the restaurant now) the owner came over and apologized to us (we were the table closest to the baby, FYI) and we all commiserated together about what just went down and laughed it all off as we were all on Team No More Baby Yelling. I jappreciated that they did something, ya know?

So that’s my story about Sheep Station and why I love it. Besides the food. Also I don’t mean to sound anti-baby or anything because the fact is I actually do like kids! They are cute! I make faces to them all the time on the train. It’s just that I just like to be able to have a conversation with my friends at a restaurant, too. So please do not be offended if you are a parent of a child, I have more respect for you then you will ever know and I hope to one day join the ranks and get kicked out of a restaurant myself when the kid is acting up.

And, for good measure, a photo of the seafood pasta special they had that evening, which was fantastic:

The end!

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Roasted oysters (with smoked bacon and leeks) are fun. At Brooklyn Fish Camp with my girl Jordan. Since there’s a post for you today you can safely assume I’ve been procrastinating like nobody’s business on the whole packing thing.

Yellow tuna sliders.

Pan fried cod sandwich and Jordan eating french fries. Who doesn’t love french fries? Jordan goes to Brooklyn Fish Camp a bit and she says the po’ boys are fantastic and I am also interested in trying the lobster roll. Brooklyn Fish Camp is cute. I like it. They were also nice enough to not make a big deal about the giant stack of oversize boxes I had along with me (did I mention I’m moving?! It’s the worst!). A dude asked me on my way out if I was going to make a fort. I wish!

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Hello, Nora. I have been a bad blogger lately, and my friend Kelly just said the same thing on her blog too. What can I say? I keep myself way too busy sometimes. It’s time for me to finish out these Prague posts so let’s get cooking.

One thing we did when we stayed at Sir Toby’s in Prague was we went on Richard’s four-hour walking tour. He took us around, told us stories and we ended up in a restaurant inside the monastery. And it was good. Nora and I split a beer and it was delicious.

I can’t decide if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that I’ve obviously acquired the taste for (some) beer. In college, I thought it was the grossest thing in the world. But then again we were broke so we were not drinking quality beer. Now I actually enjoy the taste of some brews and it strikes me as extremely odd.

This is the part of the post where I mention that we were sitting outside. In Prague. In October. Our tour guide Richard was shocked by the weather and we were too… except in a different fashion. I knew it would be colder in Germany and Prague than it was in the U.S. but I don’t think my brain really accepted that thought because I did not dress very warm.

And now we talk about fries. Look at those babies. Golden and delicious. And warm, because it was a little cold. Sometimes really nothing can hit the spot besides some warm fries. Europe knows how to do fries. Some places in the U.S. do too. But I love these fries the most.

And finally – beer goulash. BEER goulash! What does that mean? I have no idea. But goulash is one of my favorite things in the WORLD and I must discover where I can find some good goulash in New York because I know it has got to be somewhere. I mean it’s basically a stew and I realize that goulash does not photograph well. At all. But my goodness is it good. So if you find yourself in the monastery grounds in Prague – this is where you eat and this is what you get. Do it.

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I may as well start from the beginning. Now that I’m back from Munich and Prague I have 8 billion photos and 8 billion things to share, so we’re just going to see how this goes. I have no idea how long we’ll be in City Mitten: Munich mode, but that’s what is happening.

This picture above was Nora and my first meal in Munich. Yep. After we bought our dindlrs for 8 million dollars a piece (you betcha I’m going to Oktoberfest again so I can wear that baby some more), Alex took us to the most random place to get food. It was in the parking lot of a grocery store. I felt like I was getting a hot dog from Home Depot, which is not a bad thing although I’m not sure if I’ve actually ever done it myself. Anyway, Alex suggested we get half a chicken with pommes (which they say pom-mes). Either I was starving (which I was) or it was truly delicious (which I think it also was).

Here’s the stand and the boys. Alex was appropriately wearing his I <3 NY sweatshirt. I appreciated that.

And this picture may either look gross or delicious:

Mayo anyone? For real. But the chicken was delicious. And HUGE. It was half of a chicken, more than enough for me and Nory and it was piping hot and a little cold outside so very good.

And so you get an accurate idea of how these boys eat in general, Alex went to the “bakery” later that night to pick up some dinner before going to Oktoberfest and this is what he brought back for us:

Yep. Donuts, really strange sandwiches with some sort of meat center that reminded us of spam and pretzels. We also had pretzels for breakfast the next morning. I don’t understand how these boys can eat like this (they also love fast food) and not die. It was days before Nora and I saw our first piece of fruit at the market and you can betcha we stocked up.

Those pretzels are delicious though. I could probably go for one right now.

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Hello. Do you miss me? I miss you.

There I am back at the Frying Pan. On one of the hottest days ever, September 1st. How about that. It was nice and cool being on the water, but when we left and walked for a few blocks to the nearest Pinkberry, we melted a little bit.

This time at the Frying Pan we got some food:

Um…. I was really looking forward to my burger (if you couldn’t tell from yesterday’s post) and it fell below par. Dry and bland. Definitely no Shake Shack and definitely no BLT Burger. Sad day.

But the Frying Pan is still a great, great spot. I have a feeling Kelly got better pictures than I did:

Gorgeous night.

Today my friend Leah comes to town and she’s never been to NYC before so it’s going to be all kinds of excitement. Not sure where we’re going to get dinner tonight, but I’m sure you’ll find out tomorrow. :)

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So after church on Sunday I told my friend Lucy that I had something to tell her and it was going to make her mad. Now Lucy is someone you can’t really imagine being mad, and even she had no idea what I could say that could anger her.

Until I told her where I went for a late-night bite on Friday. This Little Piggy Had Roast Beef. Lucy has tried to get me to go there more than once and I would whine because I’d heard bad reviews, so we never went there. Well, I happened to find myself there on Friday night after going to the Poetry Project and the only thing I had had for dinner was beer. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Haha. I was supposed to walk a few blocks for something that I did not want before but at that exact moment sounded like the only thing I ever needed. And it was.

So you can order your roast beef “This Way” or “That Way,” which are the names of the subs. They have more, but these were teh ones we wanted. The one at the top is a “This way,” with Cheez Whiz! And then…

That Way! With mozzarella and au jus! Absolutely delicious! And there were pickles! And we got amazing french fries!

So basically, don’t knock it until you try it. And sorry, Luce. Next time you wanna go, I won’t complain. :) Seriously, it hit the SPOT.

Other note: This Little Piggy was chock full of MEN after we got there. And us pretty ladies were eating our delicate sandwiches at the front counter in front of all of them. It was kind of hilarious.

Other note number two: Vinny, the guy at the counter, was awesome. He remembered our names on the way out, which gives them an automatic plus ten points for customer service. Way to go, Vinny!

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Uh oh… this is my third post in a row that involves drinking. What does that say about me? Haha. Well, at least it’s Friday. :)

This week I went to the Radegast Hall & Biergarten in Williamsburg. It’s a pretty big beergarden, and one of the few in NYC. A friend of mine was having a guys-only birthday shindig and decided to invite the girlies last minute, and they didn’t have to tell us twice. Five of us ladies arrived together and a bench packed with probably 15 guys confronted us when we walked in. It was quite the scence.

This is Chris, Lucy and Jessica. That’s not even Jessica’s beer.

And of course I had to invite my Resident Beer Appreciater:

Missy Kayko!

If you’re curious about Radegast, most of the beers have German/Belgium roots (duh, it’s a beergarden afterall). It’s fairly large but it gets crazy packed on the weekends (think bridge and tunnel) but it’s definitely perfect for a weekday. I had the Blanche de Bruxelles Witbier, the lightest beer on tap and you can get them in a liter or half liter. The liters are HUGE! It’s not quite Germany, but I’ll take it. :)

In other news… SO GLAD IT’S FRIDAY! Have a good weekend!

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