Cookshop, Chelsea, Manhattan
On Sunday Jess and I met up with Jeannette at Cookshop in Chelsea for brunch. We’d read on line that it was good and wanted to try it out. We had to wait 30-45 minutes to get in, which was ok because Jess and I were a little late anyway. Jeannette put our names on the list.
All three of us shared three brunch entrees plus the beignets for an appetizer.
Fresh ricotta beignets with apricot compote
Buttermilk Fried Baby Chicken with baby lettuce, shaved radish, ranch dressing & honey
Semolina-Raisin French Toast with vanilla-mascarpone cream, toasted almonds & dried apricots
Cookshop Scramble with 3 eggs, carmelized onions, creme fraiche, chives, buttermilk biscuit, & applewood smoked bacon
After brunch we went up to the AMC in Lincoln Square and saw the move Precious. Really brutal. Rough topics. But there is dark humor mixed in to break it up a bit. The movie is definitely draining though. You might experience an irrational need to cry when talking about something completely unrelated hours later. Or maybe that just happened to me. ha
Jeannette and I were at the Food Emporium before the movie I bought this water. We got snacks for the movie, but then no one ate them. Not that kind of movie.
I’ve heard the word “urban” inserted in as a substitute word for a lot of other words, mostly used to try to be PC about something. As a style of clothing or makeup, as a way to describe people of certain races, when talking about graffiti, describing types of music, etc. But when did “urban” begin to mean “curvy.” I mean, this is the style of jean I fit into, but when the marketing director was sitting up in his high chair thinking of how to describe Banana Republic’s curvy jean, was he thinking of me? Or was he thinking of being PC about race and a certain style of dress and culture? And what’s wrong with saying “curvy” or “contoured”?
