Another taco

Such a good one. Sitting next to people having stupidly entertaining conversations is the best! I love it heaps.

You know from your pictures it is really hard to tell that the girl is so well dressed that she warrants the attention of (presumed) fashion bloggers. I mean, she looks fine. Nice, really. But is that enough? I guess if your friends are to be believed she looked great with the little kick out the back of her jacket and sexy, incredible ballet flats. I can't really see those things, but perhaps that's why we are not fashion bloggers. In the strictest sense.

I don't know if it is the grey sky or cold or job application I am meant to be doing but I'm afraid that I am going to have to complain a little bit. You know what I do not like at all? The word sexy. I mean I pretty much hate it in all contexts, including fashion, but BALLET FLATS?! That has got to be the worst context. Oh, except food. Sexy talk about food truly is the worst. "Mmmm, the combination of white chocolate and raspberries is so sexy." I expect to hear a lot of this kind of talk on Master Chef this season. Gross. I guess I may use the word hot instead of sexy and it is totally possible that some people would find that word gross. Using the word sexy is almost as bad as use of the term "it turns me on". Ugh, like when people use that expression about food or art or clothes. It's fucking disgusting. "Ooooh, that way the lines curve in this image is a real turn on." Fuck off. Why can't you just say you like something. Like it heaps.

Like tacos, for example. I think they are so yummy. I like them heaps. In fact I had them for dinner last night. Loved the shit out of them. They made me really happy. I loved the way the spicy sauce played off the cool sour cream. I loved the way the salty cheese was balanced by the sweet in the beans and the tomatoes. I also loved the contrasting hot crunchy taco shells with the crisp cold lettuce. I loved it. It did not turn me on. It was not sexy. It was just freakin' delicious. Is this just because I am still a square?

Another day in NYC

I did a little shopping in Soho yesterday, and decided to stop off at La Esquina for lunch.
A very entertaining thing happened while I was there. But first, the tacos.

I really had a hard time deciding which one to get. Check out this menu. Every single one sounds delicious, right? I knew I couldn't make a bad choice, but I wanted to choose the most delicious one. What if I stuffed it up and only got a moderately delicious one??!! This kind of thing haunts me.

I made a snap decision to get the Cochinita Pibil - pulled pork, shredded cabbage, habanero pickled onions and jalapeno. I felt pretty good about the decision, but you know. Lingering doubts. Anyway, I sat down and waited for them to call my name, and that's when the entertaining thing happened.

Let me quickly set the scene first. La Esquina seems to be super popular with people who are young and stylish. Hipsters, if you will. They spill out over the footpath forming a nonchalant throng while they wait for their delicious treats. I sat inside and watched them through the window. Usually in this situation I would be staring at what people are eating, and then recalibrating how good I feel about what I have ordered based on how delicious the other meals look. But no one seemed to be eating. They were just waiting. So I looked at them waiting.

While doing this, I saw two people holding a camera approach a lady who was standing on her own. She was a stylish lady, wearing jeans and a blazer and looking kind of casual and chic like some people manage to do when wearing jeans and a blazer, as opposed to 'boring' or 'frumpy' or 'like they are trying too hard'.

Anyway, they smiled and chatted then the lady stood back and posed while the others took photos of her.

They seemed to give her instructions in between photos, because she would do things like button up her jacket, then unbutton it, then stand front on, then side on etc. etc. while the people snapped away. The whole thing was kind of bizarre, but super fun to watch. After a while they stopped taking photos and gave the lady a business card.

I imagined that they were fashion bloggers and they they were telling her where and when she could see her picture. But who knows.

Anyway, entertaining as this was, it was nowhere near as awesome as listening to the commentary from the people who were sitting next to me, who can only be described as massive tools. It went a little something like this:
First tool: "Oh my god, the shape of her jacket is amazing."
Second tool: "Totally. The way that it kicks out behind her is perfect for her figure. And that chic little purse, its so perfect".
First tool: "I know, right?"
Needless to say, their commentary was very different from my internal commentary, which went a little something like that lady is tall.... I like her hair... she could really use a taco though, look at the size of her...I probably don't need a taco right now...but I work hard and I'm on holidays, I deserve a taco!

It got really hilarious when they started talking about her shoes, which where greyish ballet flats. They were going on and on about how the shape of them was incredible and very sexy. Fucking ballet flats! I was all ready to take a photo of the shoes to illustrate how ridiculous these statements were when this happened:

At this point the rest of the world melted away and it was just me and my tender, delicious, juicy jalapeno rich taco. Its deliciousness was off the charts. I loved every single little bite. I plan to go back and try more, just in case they are all this delicious.
So that's what I did yesterday.