the more i look back at the timeline of my photos....i realize the middle of the year is a big blur due to a huge headache.  everyday was just a complete battle with a tooth nerve head ache....it messed with my whole body.  no energy.  pain.  aching.  hard to sleep.  not enough sleep.  too much sleep.  can't concentrate.  i just drank to ease the pain and i think the antibiotics was making me lose hair.   i think a lot happened during those months....we started revnoations....we moved out.  we finished renovating.   we moved back in.  we had a few hot pot nights.  amanda's parents came to visit...frank got married..we went to an oyster farm dinner...not in that order... but there was one moment...in connecticut...where i bit down on a piece of zuppardi's apizza and my tooth just went bezerk.  from that moment...i was out of commission for the entire drive..the entire trip.  i really don't remember anything but a haze. 









how long do your jeans last for??

5 months...

massimo dutti...



my sneakers last 6 months....

i can't shake this bad luck thing.  every two weeks something comes up.  things you just can't control.  things that you didn't do anything wrong...things you couldn't have done better...things you couldn't have prevented.  things that make you say....why me??  to the point where you can't even do something nice for someone else....a  completely selfless act...and not even that works out....the more they add up....and the more they get compounded....it was a trivial moment...but it just became a trigger....sigh







let it be known....this would be the first birthday in probably over a decade or maybe two decades i've spent legitimately sober.  inclusive of the day before and after and the surrounding holiday parties.  i'll say it again...since my teeth pulling...i've turned a new leaf....JUST LIKE the KNICKS.  THE KNICKS ARE BACK!  an amazing overtime birthday WIN enjoyed with chicken fingers and beers...only in 'muurriicaa...


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living in the countryside seclusion feels like a super hero who can't control his powers amongst civilians and is better off isolated in nature...living off the fat of the land...reading books by the fire and having a glass of wine. 















C'MON HEYZEOUS!!!  GIMME A BREAK HERE!!! AT LEAST HELP MY FF TEAM WIN THIS WEEK!!!

i don't know what to do about my luck anymore.  it is just absolutely horrendous.   can't catch a break.  i'm not complaining about my life.  but i need to vent.  i have big ticket items that are dragging me down and im coping by staying positive...but when daily routine becomes stepping in puddles and more puddles and then a paper cut and then a tooth ache and then a parking ticket and then a stolen license plate and then another puddle and then another 倒楣 another 冤枉....it just makes it hard...to wake up in the morning.  and a random check...over a passion fruit and an avocado...ruined by trip a bit.   it's taken me some time to recount bogota....so here goes....

definitely need to keep this blog more updated....it'll help bring back some of the lost persona.   keeps the frustrations linear and coherent at the very least.

bogota...

would you come back again?

probably not.

me neither.  unless there was some event.  if sergio leaves...i probably wouldn't come back again. 




the first thing bogota reminded me of was jakarta.  a lot of people.  kind of ghetto.  the smell.  infrastructure not well kempt.  we were worried about rainy season...but it was just another country with poor drainage causing flooding.  bogota is 8 million people and a bad traffic....it's the capital of a country barely 20 years removed from the cartels and civil wars....and probably due to that...it hasn't really become a haven for tourists...street graffiti represents different eras of the peoples voice and there's a tour if you really wanted to go on it.  but if you're chinese...it just looks dirty.  probably why you don't see a chinatown here...or any chinese tourists anywhere....we were the only asians in the country and while we were at the museo d'oro....school children on a class field trip stopped us for a photograph. 

"u want us to take a photo with you?  OH you want to take one with us...hahahaha"


i really enjoyed botero...whimsical and chubby.  variations of himself and 2 naked muses throughout different artistic mediums across generations....



joan miro




pablo picasso...(FREE ADMISSION TO MUSEUM!)


who's this?


this was was my first time in south america.  i got my feet wet with latin america in july for franks bachelor party to costa rica...but bogota is no latin tourista town.   and unlike most cities in the world, bogota seems to have little american influence.  we ran into one starbucks.  albeit a nice starbucks but juan valdez is the starbucks of columbia.  not bad.  i uselessly studied french but my spanish charisma got me by with the customs agent and finding the best bandeja paiso in town.  large caloric heavy plates that were to feed farm workers before the day.  except it wasn't greasy.  it wasn't salty.  completely unlike what i had in jackson heights.  why do americans end up turning every ethnic entree into a greasy salty americanized conversion?  the ajiaco also quite good.  empanada also quite good.  but unlike most cities in the world...the local foods are nothing to rave about....there's no scouring of street stalls and snacks...they seem to like bread and sandwich shops (pick up an arepa).



with all that being said....the simpleness of local cuisine gives way to a district specifically known as gastronomy which is just waiting to explode with the new generation of chefs and their interpretation of colombian cuisine.  michelin techniques hidden in the slums of bogota waiting for the world to take notice.  first night...we were told to go to el chato.  we were asked one question..."with alcohol or without"

this meal absolutely blew our minds.  the michelado in colombia is made with tamarind juice.  rather than the cheap tomato tabasco tecate version i've had before.  tamarind and stella...who knew??   so refreshing.  and then the dishes just kept coming out...paired with cocktails.  and wine.  and just delicate after elegance one after another.   wow...am i really in colombia?




best salad i've ever had in my whole life.  pomelo, artichoke hearts, burnt sage salad.  i think it's make-able.  on the menu next thanksgiving...









if el chato was friggin amazing....then i really didn't know what to expect from sergios place.  the country seemed casual and cheap.  el chato was trendy omakase.  there was no way i'd expect sergio to bring a spanish michelin dining experience to bogota.   but he did.  and it was FANTASTICO!  we went there every night for cocteles.  but our thanksgiving dinner thursday night is the quintessential example of bogota's youth yearning to break out from the aftershocks of civil unrest leading to a dull and scared nightlife with an automated 11pm curfew....and dinner also showed how young chefs around the world take michelin dining and techniques and offer it at an affordable price to diners all across the world.  screw the french model and embrace what the spaniards have been doing all along. 

9 courses and cocktails at the chefs table.   an hour and a half for food.  an hour and a half for drinks.   and then 4 hours at a dive bar around the corner where i drank a shit ton of aguardiente aka "guardo"  the local anise liquor...kind of like arak.   it's like in china....when u're scared of fake alcohol...drink the local stuff. 


























No.40

Villanos en Bermudas

Bogotá, Colombia

On the pass:

Nicolás López y Sergio Meza

Style of food:

Eclectic Colombian

Standout dish:

Langoustine, spicy banana broth and mature goat’s cheese

Contact:

Calle 56 #5-21, Bogotá

Creative Argentinian and Mexican chefs join forces for an imaginative daily-changing menu

Chief reason to visit: The dynamic duo formed of Mexican Sergio Meza and Argentinian Nicolás López is shaking up Bogotá’s gastronomic offer with a daring daily-changing menu inspired by surprising combinations of local ingredients.

A few words on the chefs: Meza worked in Europe at the likes of Noma in Copenhagen and In De Wulf in Belgium, and headed the research and development laboratory of Boragó under Rodolfo Guzmán. López, one of the co-founders of 99 in Santiago, has had a similarly international training including stints in Sydney and Norway. The two met in Chile and opened Villanos en Bermudas together in 2016.

The concept: Villanos en Bermudas is only open in the evening, as Meza and López spend the day in their kitchens preparing the seven-course menu for dinner. They are committed to using only the freshest local products – if there are more diners than there is produce available, they make different versions of dishes. Expect combinations like langoustine, spicy banana broth and mature goat’s cheese; or stuffed zucchini with Jerusalem artichoke ice cream, burnt white chocolate and green apple.

What’s the space like? A converted three-floor house in the Chapinero neighbourhood. The first floor hosts the main dining room, decorated with large comic-style portraits, and the pantry, featuring a disco ball. On the second floor is a spacious lounge where imaginative cocktails are served. On the third floor is a mirror-covered bathroom and the open kitchen in front of a long bar, as well as a small dining room with only one table.




KEVIN SYSTROM: I have this thesis that the world runs on luck. Everyone gets lucky for some amount in their life. And the question is, are you alert enough to know you're being lucky or you're becoming lucky?

wholesome...but not really.


congratulations jane on getting your yoga instructor certification.  very proud of this oddly holistic journey you voluntarily put yourself through.  as everyone made their graduation speeches about family and friendship and enlightenment...im glad your secular and asian foundation strongrooted you to still say "i did this for the fitness"...and when your husband not so secretly proclaimed at dinner "she hasn't changed at all"....it made being a part of this experience so much more comedic...yet....all i could think was..."i could do this too...i can preach and stretch and put on a phone sex operator voice...."



sushi by bou...

UHH>...THIS IS MY KIND OF SUSHI!  30 MINUTE OMAKASE.  12 pieces for 50 bucks and BYOB.  30 minutes is ok.  but 40 minutes is perfect.  and with no one waiting behind us...we sat for 50 minutes.  full and quick and in an hour....ready for dessert.





just a casual weekend lunch.  an hour and a half away.  two states over.  australian avocado toast.  and then a trip to the crayola factory.  for a photo.






there's 10 min left in the game.  LETS GO TO WOGIES!

in the name of human rights...

ai wei wei...NYC.