It's Really Really Hot Out Here
It's eighty million degrees out today! Ok, it's really only 96 degrees, but it's humid and sticky too. Both ACs are on full blast. I looked at weather.com, and it's 20 degrees cooler in LA.
It was already 83 degrees this morning at 9AM when I went to do my laundry down the street. Aside from going to Bed, Bath and Beyond to pick up a few household items, the Boy and I stayed in for most of the day since it just kept getting hotter and hotter outside. You'd already be dripping with sweat after just being outside for five minutes.
Later in the evening, we went out. It wasn't much cooler though. We took the subway downtown to the East Village. It was unbearably hot waiting in the subway station for the train to come. We missed it by 30 seconds, so we had to wait another 5 - 10 minutes for the next train to come. We stood on the steps "in limbo" waiting for either the next 4, 5 train or a 6 train. The 4, 5 came first, so we bolted down the stairs and ran in. The air conditioning was so nice in there, even cooler than the AC in our apartment. I almost wished that the train would get stuck for a little while. But instead, the conductor announced that there was weekend construction going on, so after two stops, everyone would have to switch over to the 6 to continue. The train went full speed ahead to the last stop, and we found ourselves waiting in the heat again for the 6 train to come.
We got off the subway at 14th street/Union Square. I was dissappointed that it was only a little bit cooler outside than in the subway station. We did a little bit of shopping before dinner to take advantage of the AC in the stores.
Then we went to Momofuku, a trendy little noodle bar in the East Village. It's a small place where you sit at the counter and watch the chefs cook right in front of you. It's fun to watch, but since you're practically in the kitchen, it's like an inferno. The food was really good. The Boy and I shared an appetizer of shitake mushroom buns (mmm!), I ordered the spicy rice cakes (very good, but too filling), and the Boy had Momofuku's special ramen (delish! that's saying a lot considering that I hate ramen). The Boy took mental notes of how the chef was preparing various dishes. At one point he reached into a cabinet, and scooped out a huge bowl of live crawfish. They were crawling around eachother in the bowl. I felt bad for them. They knew they were going to be sauteed once the pan got hot enough. One of them kept trying to make a getaway. I watched as it tried to crawl out of the bowl. It was almost completely out of the bowl until the chef noticed and tossed it back into the middle. The minute the chef had his back turned, the same crawfish got out of the bowl again. It crawled around the counter unnoticed looking for a place to hide, but the pan was ready for them now. The chef turned around, found the runaway crawfish and threw it into the pan along with all its other friends. I cringed as they hit the pan. The kitchen crew found my reaction amusing.
After dinner, we walked around the area, occasionally popping into various shops to cool off. Despite the heat, there were still a lot of people out.
It was already 83 degrees this morning at 9AM when I went to do my laundry down the street. Aside from going to Bed, Bath and Beyond to pick up a few household items, the Boy and I stayed in for most of the day since it just kept getting hotter and hotter outside. You'd already be dripping with sweat after just being outside for five minutes.
Later in the evening, we went out. It wasn't much cooler though. We took the subway downtown to the East Village. It was unbearably hot waiting in the subway station for the train to come. We missed it by 30 seconds, so we had to wait another 5 - 10 minutes for the next train to come. We stood on the steps "in limbo" waiting for either the next 4, 5 train or a 6 train. The 4, 5 came first, so we bolted down the stairs and ran in. The air conditioning was so nice in there, even cooler than the AC in our apartment. I almost wished that the train would get stuck for a little while. But instead, the conductor announced that there was weekend construction going on, so after two stops, everyone would have to switch over to the 6 to continue. The train went full speed ahead to the last stop, and we found ourselves waiting in the heat again for the 6 train to come.
We got off the subway at 14th street/Union Square. I was dissappointed that it was only a little bit cooler outside than in the subway station. We did a little bit of shopping before dinner to take advantage of the AC in the stores.
Then we went to Momofuku, a trendy little noodle bar in the East Village. It's a small place where you sit at the counter and watch the chefs cook right in front of you. It's fun to watch, but since you're practically in the kitchen, it's like an inferno. The food was really good. The Boy and I shared an appetizer of shitake mushroom buns (mmm!), I ordered the spicy rice cakes (very good, but too filling), and the Boy had Momofuku's special ramen (delish! that's saying a lot considering that I hate ramen). The Boy took mental notes of how the chef was preparing various dishes. At one point he reached into a cabinet, and scooped out a huge bowl of live crawfish. They were crawling around eachother in the bowl. I felt bad for them. They knew they were going to be sauteed once the pan got hot enough. One of them kept trying to make a getaway. I watched as it tried to crawl out of the bowl. It was almost completely out of the bowl until the chef noticed and tossed it back into the middle. The minute the chef had his back turned, the same crawfish got out of the bowl again. It crawled around the counter unnoticed looking for a place to hide, but the pan was ready for them now. The chef turned around, found the runaway crawfish and threw it into the pan along with all its other friends. I cringed as they hit the pan. The kitchen crew found my reaction amusing.
After dinner, we walked around the area, occasionally popping into various shops to cool off. Despite the heat, there were still a lot of people out.
posted by LANYTransplant at 9:21 PM
1 Comments:
did i ever tell you that i used to have a pet crawfish (aka. crayfish)?
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