Erica C., University of Delaware
When Cheeburger Cheeburger first opened a few weeks ago after a nearly 9 month delay, anxious students were clamoring to get their first sips of milkshakes and bites of burger. But in my own first experience, this crowd wasn’t the only thing causing chaos at Cheeburger, which seemed discombobulated, disorganized and disinterested in serving customers in a quick and efficient manner. Continue reading
In my last Marathoning column, I wrote about pain and rotisserie chicken.
Every Friday, an “interesting” pseudo-celebrity—often a food professional—publishes their diet on Grub Street. This egoistic and strangely entertaining exercise in narcissism seemed like fun, so I decided to keep track of what I ate for a week. Currently, I’m about three weeks away from running the Fargo marathon; tomorrow, I plan on an 18 miler. Without further ado, my marathoning diet. Continue reading
If you’re a Columbia student, it’s worthwhile to take a little walk down Amsterdam Avenue and visit Warique Peruvian Kitchen. Order half a rotisserie chicken—at $6, you won’t find a much better bang for your buck in Morningside Heights. The restaurant opened earlier this April, and hopefully it’ll survive the first few months of operation.
Check out my review of Warique Peruvian Kitchen for the Columbia Daily Spectator.
Everything you always wanted to know about the Tour de Hamdel (but were afraid to ask).
Last time I tried the Tex-Mex.
When Fat Man detonated over Nagasaki at 11:02 am on August 9th, 1945, the world already knew the power of nuclear weapons—Little Boy had dropped on Hiroshima three days earlier, ushering in a new era: the nuclear age. After World War II, nuclear power was considered a viable, and in fact desirable, energy source; the United States government promoted the development of nuclear energy, at least until public opinion shifted dramatically. Over the past two years, negative public opinion towards nuclear power has decreased in intensity. Many American (did) consider nuclear power a pathway to a greener economy. Following Japan’s latest nuclear crisis, the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear power plant disaster, public opinion has once again turned against the nuclear industry. History (namely the Three Mile Island incident) indicates that nuclear energy public opinion is “asymmetrically elastic”—negative opinions about nuclear energy are more lasting and more difficult to change than positive ones. But I have a solution for the nuclear industry: feed consumers Hamdel’s nuclear weapon, the Fat Boy. Continue reading
Lorenzo L., Columbia University
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It has been a while since last documenting my caffeinated wanderings, but I return from a far distant urban jungle bearing the good news of carefully crafted warm beverages. One of my favorite Manhattan neighborhoods (if I’m allowed to have favorite neighborhoods as a mere college student?) is the Bowery, and I try to get down around East 4th whenever I can. The narrow region is eclectic, diverse, and very alive, a place where trendy and workaday can sit side by side, with awesomeness squeezed in between. But recently I have been venturing further east into the similarly charming Lower East Side, and have been rewarded by spots with espresso enthusiasts ranging from the friendly to the fanatical (or both!). Continue reading
Jonathan M., Dartmouth College
For the last edition of Sinfully Delicious, click here.
Balthazar—a popular restaurant in SoHo that elicits the attention of many connoisseurs and celebrities—offers an intimate setting in which guests interact with one another, whether they’re sitting with each other or next to each other (and eavesdropping on some really interesting conversations). Of the multitude of delicacies that this restaurant presents to its guests, I have picked one that is truly sinfully delicious to share with you: Continue reading
Erica C., University of Delaware
I wrote a few weeks ago about how I never venture into Philly— like I promised at the end of that column, I’ve begun to do it more often. Case and point—my trip on Monday took me to not one but two eateries I’ve been dying to try. Chifa, the Latin/ Asian fusion restaurant in the Jose Garces family of restaurants, and then the simple but delicious Sugar Philly food truck. Continue reading
In my last Marathoning column, I talked about eating more like an endurance athlete, less like a student.
“Pain is weakness leaving the body!” Marines cherish this mantra—it’s a boot camp standard, a maxim that motivates soldiers to push their bodies and minds. Physical and mental discipline come with training: the strength to go beyond a threshold of discomfort into definite pain, to sustain that effort, and to triumph over adversity. With every passing moment of agony, weakness evaporates. The soul learns to relish challenge and accept the consequences, however extreme.
Unofficially, this phrase is attributed to Tom Sobal, a championship snowshoer who seeks out impassable trails and ultramarathons. A resident of Leadville, Colorado, Sobal lives under “rugged” (read: minimalist) conditions in the mountains. For Sobal, austerity and asceticism lead to a stronger self, a spirit capable of sustaining and surpassing bodily pain. Continue reading
Tour de Hamdel tutorial found here.
Last time I had the Gravy Train.
During the Bush administration, Garry Trudeau’s cartoon Doonesbury took the Texas saying “all hat, no cattle” literally—President Bush appeared as an empty cowboy hat, all talk and no action. Thanks to Trudeau, this idiom now possesses a decidedly political valance. But cowboy hats have captivated the political imagination since Teddy Roosevelt. President Johnson gave the German delegation 50 hats at his ranch, a gesture of friendship, gratitude, and appreciation. As Peter Tamony writes in “The Ten-Gallon or Texas Hat,” receiving a hat “from a friend was a symbol of real acceptance—a nullification of any anxiety that might lurk in thought of the Indian crypticism, ‘Big hat—no cattle.’”
Unfortunately, Hamdel often flaunts sandwiches without any substance. For instance, the Tex-Mex sounds like a brisket bonanza: hot roast beef, cheddar cheese, hot peppers, onions, and barbecue sauce. While the shredded beef hints of juicy Texas barbecue, the sauce and “Mex” elements taste more Jersey than El Paso. Continue reading
For my Passover Seder, I ate gefilte fish out of a can. A melange of ground carp and other assorted fish parts, gefilte fish is a Passover tradition. There is a definite hierarchy of gefilte fish though— homemade trumps jarred beats out canned. Fishy and disconcertingly sweet, this forcemeat treat requires a bit of horseradish under the best of circumstances. Served on a paper plate with three pieces of matzo, my canned gefilte fish needed two heaping tablespoons of the pungent stuff. Continue reading