r.o.u.s.

geez. things have been a little crazy around here. i don't even know where to begin. first off, the weather here has been totally amazing. and when the sun is out, so are the new yorkers. you can't find an empty bench or spot in the grass to read a book.

still on my quest to find good vietnamese, i went to baoguette and thao noodle to test out the vermicelli bowl. it was pretty good but i feel like they've adapted it to american taste buds by adding more sugar to everything. the lemongrass chicken was way too sweet. i might go back to try their pho but if that's not good, i'm giving up.

i like to support 'my people' only when i think they'll be successful (i kid!) so i headed out to ocean 8 to watch the manny pacquiao fight. the guy he fought lives in the bronx so i thought it would be fun to catch it with some new yorkers. a.s. walked by the place early in the day and thought it was pretty cool. well, it's a totally different scene at night. we got frisked! ok, not really, we just got scanned but saying frisked is a lot more fun. we were a little hesitant to stay since we thought it might get a little more raucous than just some friendly banter but it was the only place we could find that was showing the fight so we stayed the course. 

there was a little verbal fight that broke out behind us when the fight started but the guys were on it so it dissipated pretty quickly. after the fight was over, we hit up soda bar. it was my first time here and a.s. was sure i would like it and i did. we went to weather up and woodwork too but y'all have already heard about those places.

did i mention that one of my favorite things about woodwork is that they give us cornichons and nuts? and the nuts have cayenne and cumin on them? yum!

last but not least, i met up with m.r. in the west village and hung out at blind tiger and daddy-o. blind tiger is known for their beer selection. they had a damn good grilled cheese too. too bad there was a roach that ended up showing its ugly face that led to us talking about giant rats and r.o.u.s.'s. yuck.


xoxo,
p.