Thursday, February 4, 2010
Last night had a late dinner with an old friend at Nada Sushi...hmmm, could be my new favorite Sushi place. Will have to visit again. I was late, and they were closing early so my friend, who can be quite intense and no-nonsense (he once grabbed the tie of an AP reporter on Air Force One and threatened bodily harm on this particular dilettante from the 4th Estate) ordered for me. He just said, "vegan," and the dishes awaiting me were spectacular - marinated eggplant, a spinach dish, wholewheat noodles, etc.
What is the most influential body in the world today? The World Trade Organization? The NFL? Christianity? Secular Humanists? The National Rifle Association? Capitalists? Environmentalists? China? The United States? Feminists? The New York Times? CNN? Reuters? Mom’s around the world? The answer is none of the above.
The most influential body in the world is the all knowing, all being, and never seen, “THEY.” They know everything. There is not a corner in the world where when an opinion of expertise is needed, “they” are not at the ready with an answer. No mortal has ever seen, conversed, or heard “they” directly, but they are there, they are everywhere. Their opinions are both large (“They say the economy will improve by April”), and small (“They say you should taste your food before salting it.”).
Well, I have heard from many, many people since November 1st, and accordingly, “They say you break old habits after three months.” Well, I think “they” may be right, but the jury is still out.
I still crave a beer with my pistachios. I still yearn for a Lagavulin whiskey when I darken the door at P.J. Clarke’s. But, but, today while walking through the café I spied a bowl of hard boiled eggs. I used to love eggs! Ate them almost every day – two hard boiled eggs with salt, and an English muffin with peanut butter. But today, today those eggs meant nothing to me. I walked by them and clearly the Sirens were on a coffee break because there was no pull towards the rocky shore of the once delicious eggs (read: "Sunrise Showdown" from Nov. 3rd). As far as I am concerned, eggs are my "Fredo," they're dead to me. And as far as habits, ordering food void of animal products is second nature.
Does it take three months to break old habits? I am not sure, but when it comes to food the results thus far seem promising!
It’s been over a month since I engaged in one of my favorite food habits. I went to quench that desire. I took the Shuttle to the 6 Train down to Union Square so I can lunch at The Coffee Shop for my favorite lunch – the vegan wrap! Yep, as good as I remember!
On the negative side, I popped strands of Red Vines licorice after lunch – had a terrible sweet tooth! On the positive side I was looking at myself in the mirror on the elevator and my suit jacket, and over coat are beginning to look like my father’s and I was going to my first fancy party as a 14 year old. I think I really need to start buying new clothes.
Anyone have any connections to a nice haberdashery?