Jenny Famewhore

Starbuck’s Clover coffee

Posted in Boston by Jenny Famewhore on January 30, 2010

Tokyo, April 2009

I will admit that I have this shameful habit of ducking into a Starbucks to sip a saccharine, spicy chai latte, with foamy whole milk or a creamy caramel macchiato on the occasion. I should feel twinges of guilty when I go, “wee,” when the red holiday cups make its seasonal debut, or when I walked into a Starbucks in Tokyo in March and April to find sakura pastries and strawberry frappes with pink and white swirls. Pretty.

Starbucks is so prevalent in the landscape of big cities, that sometimes, I miss it when I don’t find a store across from a store, cannibalizing each other. I even get angry when I really, really, REALLY need to pee, and I can’t find one within a block and I have to resort to using the restroom at, ugh, a McDonalds. Their job is to be everywhere, isn’t it?

It’s frustrating how it’s always crowded no matter how many stores there are in the city, and when Starbucks announced that it would close a few hundred stores in NYC a few years ago, the Times sarcastically wrote, “Now, New Yorkers will ONLY have 10,000 branches to choose from.” These stores never kick anyone out either, which serves as a great procrastination space to gossip with friends, cut class, and beg the barista for free whipped cream.

Yet, the company is so evil and so sinister, that it has conditioned college students to associate their brand with the delights of coffee, caffeine, and class by embedding themselves in the dining halls (“we serve Starbucks coffee”) and using whatever currency system the university accepts. Then, when everyone graduates, they will naturally gravitate towards the same provider of liquid stimulant that they have relied on for the last four years. (more…)

Qu’ils mangent de la brioche

Posted in New York by Jenny Famewhore on December 4, 2009

The Best Coconut Cake In The World

One dreamy Coconut Cake. If a Japanese otaku can marry his Nintendo avatar, I should be able to enjoy matrimonial festivities with this babe.

Throwdown’s Toasted Coconut Cake with Coconut Filling and Coconut Buttercream recipe

I love brunch– for consuming ungodly amounts of calories in one combined breakfast-lunch meal, for the pretense of leisure, and for bonding with my lovely girlfriends. We enjoyed a meal that satisfied all those coveted qualities at Mesa Grill, founded by Bobby Flay of Food Network throwdown notoriety. The service was snappy and fun. It was like being served food at someone’s house rather than enduring the stiff formality of most restaurants in this price-class. Sometimes a girl just wants to wear a floral dress and eat with her fingers. The waitress was one stealthy ninja when it came to refilling waters; and charmingly convinced Lisa and I to invest our dollar bills in the Best Coconut Cake In This World (or anywhere in the universe where coconuts are grown). I haven’t been as enthused about a cake as much as I have this one in quite some time.

The Coconut cake is so flavor rich, yet light, with alternating layers of coconut cream as if it were architecturally crafted by Michelangelo’s cherubs. The cake is made from a silky cake flour, and the filling is of a custard composed of coconut milk and malibu rum. This gives the cake a wetter texture than most — almost like icecream. The airy feeling forced me to disbelieve that I am really eating it, if it weren’t for the toasted coconut shavings grounding it, forcing it back into a solid physical plane.

As luck would have it, the recipe is on the internets, and will certainly make a cameo in my kitchen.

Referenced Locations:
Mesa Grill
102 5th Avenue, New York, NY 10011
Tel. 212.807.7400
http://mesagrill.com

New York, Je t’aime

Posted in New York by Jenny Famewhore on October 26, 2009

Like the compendium of vignettes in the newly released film, New York, I love you, my eating activities on my weekend back in my beloved town was precisely like that: a little bit downtown and a little bit of uptown.

We started in Tribeca, the old high school ‘hood– walking past Terry’s where I used to buy a turkey, brie, and avocado on a french baguette and devour it down the end of the street at Battery Park. I had not had one since graduation, and I am unsure whether my constant praises of it is biased by nostalgia or whether it was actually a blissful polygamous marriage of rich, milky cheese,  generous heapings of select deli cuts,  and crispy fresh bread.

Terry's, by Google

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