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Allan Keyes: High-Class Dining, Low-Class Diner

3 Jun

June 3, 2013

AKA: My Dinner at Le Snotterie’ or “My Dinner with Alan Keyes”

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My Dinner at Le Snotterie’ or “My Dinner with Alan Keyes”

Even though I personally prefer places where I can get my eats out of a cardboard box that has pull-off game pieces on it, I understand that other people actually want to be civilized and get a taste of the good life sometimes. So it was with that in mind that I decided to be a sport and treat my fiancée’ (THAT’S RIGHT! A FIANCEE!  A. KEYES IS ALL MAN BABY!) for her birthday and took her to one of the acknowledged best restaurants in NYC:  Jean Georges.  After all, she puts up with me, she deserves it!

I knew this was a classy joint (located in Trump building on Central Park West) since I was pointedly advised 2x when making my reservation that jackets were “required attire” in the dining room, and that sneakers (that word said in the tone of a Frenchman looking at a glass of Budweiser) “would not be permitted under any circumstances.” It was as if they knew what a creep I was just over the phone! Maybe addressing the girl on the end as “toots” was a tipoff?

So being a veteran low-classer, I walked into the restaurant in my little-used and ill-fitting suit, and my rarely worn shoes pinching my feet, ready and wary to do battle with the Upper West Side snots and highbrows whom I detested, and I was ready to do it all for love. And you know what?

IT ROCKED.

Treated like a king, the service was immaculate, the dining room tastefully done, beautiful view of the park. Attentive, knowledgeable service, and sneaky…..more on that later.

And the food?  OH. MY. GAWD.  Now I don’t hold with Shi-Shi frou-frou dishes, but this stuff was nearly impeccable. It took 2 and half hours,  and 5 courses off the Price Fixe menu, but it was all good. I present to you some of the most delicious food I have ever eaten or stolen off someone’s plate when they weren’t looking:

APPETIZERS :

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PEA SOUP WITH PARMESAN FOAM, AND CHEDDAR CROUTON.  The red drink in the corner is a house-made soda, cherry yuzu and ginger ale. Beats a Coke!

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CANADIAN-STYLE FOIE GRAS, WITH HOMEMADE GRANOLA AND SOUR CHERRIES (First time I ever tried foie gras…..DELICIOUS!)

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PARMESAN CRUSTED WHITE ASPARAGUS IN LEMON-HERB VINAGRETTE. (The only disappointing note, asparagus was mushy, the sauce too acidic)

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PARMESAN ENCRUSTED ORGANIC CHICKEN BREAST WITH VEGETABLES (This was the fiancée’s dish, and while there was nothing wrong with it, it was your basic chicken dish)

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SEARED BEEF TENDERLOIN OVER A RAMP PUREE’ AND SERVED WITH GORGONZOLA PUFFS AND FONDUE. (I’m picky about how I eat my meat, I usually like it a nice dead grey with lots of charcoal, but I asked for this medium well. PERFECTLY cooked. I could pop those gorgonzola puffs like potato chips. I don’t know what ramps are but they make cream spinach taste like cream crap. The fondue is ok, but on the side. I saw some Asian guy pour that entire sauce over his steak, I wanted to go over and crack him out. Also, did I mention that the bread basket contained both sourdough and PRETZEL bread!??! How awesome is that?!)

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AFTER DINNER SORBET “TARTLETS” TO CLEANSE THE PALATE.  (Passion Fruit, Pink Grapefruit and Red Wine. Kind of wasted on me but I suppose my palate was cleansed)

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FIANCEE’S DESSERT: CHOCOLATE TASTING PLATE. LAVA CAKE, VANILLA BEAN ICE CREAM, CHOCOLATE-CINNAMON SPONGECAKE, RED WINE SORBET W/ CHOCOLATE GANOSH, RHUBARB ICE CREAM.  (All delicious except for the red wine sorbet. Once it melted it tasted like crappy red wine. FEH.)

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MY DESSERT:  THE CARAMEL TASTING PLATE.  PAIN PARDUE BANANAS FOSTER (*DROOOOOOL*), HAZELNUT PRALINE WAFER W/ CHOCOLATE, SALTED CARAMEL ICE CREAM AND BLACK PEPPER CARAMEL CREAM. (It sounds nuts but the black pepper caramel was amazing, in that BLACK PEPPER tasted good in a dessert.)

Anyway, the staff was sneaky. When we settled in, they asked us if this was our first time, and offhandedly, if it was a special occasion. We told them why and went on with discussing the menu with them.  And later on, they gave us this with dessert:

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SOME SORT OF RASPBERRY CAKE (We didn’t have room to eat a bite and I forgot what the waitress said, I was too busy shoveling bananas foster down my throat)

Oh, and for shits and giggles they also bought to the table the following:

–          A tray of assorted petite-fours

–          Homemade marshmallow squares

–          Chocolate take-home mints in a swell JG monogrammed gift bag

Below, all of the various desserts before we destroyed them:

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In related news, I’m going up a tux size for my wedding. I wonder why……

Allan Keyes Has A Bit Of An Issue With Hipsters. And Their Babies.

27 May

May 27, 2013

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I F**KING HATE HATE HATE HIPSTERS

Today’s rage is courtesy of the indispensable WWTDD *(what would Tyler Durden Do).com.  It’s a hilarious website, and well recommended.  Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, if you’re one of those who hate strong language, I advise you to skip away and I’ll see you next week. Giant F-bomb dropping in 5….4….3….2…1……you’ve been warned:

FUCK HIPSTERS!!!!!!!

Why did I write these obviously well-thought out words? Well, let’s try this:

http://www.wwtdd.com/2013/04/hipsters-are-full-of-shit/

GREENPOINT — Pardis Partow decided to give her year-old son, Parker, some diaper-free time at home — much to the consternation of her Yorkshire terrier.

Because of Parker’s terrible diaper rash, the Bedford-Stuyvesant lawyer-turned-Reiki healer became interested in “elimination communication” — or EC, as it’s called— responding to her son’s cues for when to go to the bathroom instead of having to rely on a diaper.

The hope is for the parent to “catch” pees and poops — whether atop open-cloth diapers, toilets, sinks or behind the multitude of parked cars on city streets.

“Elimination Communication” – because babies are so always well-spoken and eloquent about when it’s time to shoot out this morning’s strained peas.  It’s as if instead of just mindlessly pooping and then rolling around in it like babies usually do, they expect their super hip kids to sit up in the crib and go “Oh mother? I’m feeling a bowel movement coming up. Let’s say in about 5 minutes or so. Please get a copy of the Atlantic for me to read on the potty?”

Below: picture of stupid hipster baby, probably named Parker or Diwali or some other stupid hipster shit name

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More nuggets (HA!) from the article:

This week is Go Diaper Free! Week where I live in New York City, a holiday of grossness spearheaded by the assholes that follow this nonsense. So I got to see a hipster dad, handlebar mustache and all, get the “signal” from his baby at a restaurant, try to rush the defecating little bastard to the toilet, and not make it in time. This kid dropped a huge deuce right in the middle of the dining room. The poor bussers had to help this dickhead dad clean it up. He then sat back down and I heard him proudly explain this EC crap to his party.

 Below: Picture of stupid hipster home

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Yeah, I know I intermixed in two articles. I DON’T CARE! It’s the same stupid thing anyway.  These people have set themselves up as some sort of pathetic poop whisperers. As if they have nothing better to do then obsessively stare at their kids waiting to discern when some fecal is going to make an appearance. I mean, what the hell??? Don’t these creeps have television? THAT’S UNAMERICAN!!!!!  But seriously, it’s just another attempt by overly-vain losers to try to feel smug about something else. “Look, I’m so in tune with my baby that I know when he’s going to shat, and I know to run and hold a Tupperware under his ass.”  WHOOPDE DAMM DO!  I can’t think of a more useless talent in the world.  This is on the level with twerking  (warning: mild content). [NOTE: You can find this on Youtube but you will have to sign in to verify your age, which is stupid when you see what this is.] 

http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=twerking&view=detail&mid=9C18CF67E8E552A68CD49C18CF67E8E552A68CD4&first=16&FORM=NVPFVR 

and being able to shove a condom up your nose and pull it out of your mouth (warning: stupid content)

 

In the words of some guy on The Simpsons, that’s why they’re kids, because they’re stupid! Leave the babies do what babies do which is crap their diapers and smile. It’s one of the great benefits of being a kid, getting someone to clean up your poopie drawers. Because when it has to be done to us as adults, it’s kind of degrading and dignity-killing. Besides, what kind of parent engages in a practice that only has two outcomes: having your kid drop a nasty loose deuce in public places, or training them to crap into a Tupperware on command? EFF’EM!