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Oh look! I haven't written in ever. What a surprise... Will make it a goal to post this week or next. For those of you in the cheap seats holding your breath.

Canyon Road

Stepping into Canyon Road on 76th and 1st is a treat. On a blistery winter evening, you come in from the wind to a warm décor of wooden bars and ceilings with wrought iron chandeliers and antler decorations that make you feel like you’re in Santa Fe. It’s an instantly comforting place that invites you to sit by the bar up front for a frozen margarita, despite the cold outside.
The pomegranate margarita was delicious, sweet (but not too sweet) and simple, and fresh. The food was light for Mexican, and inventive – the spinach, goat cheese, mixed pepper and mushroom enchilada was a perfect and unboring vegetarian dish, while the goat cheese and poblano chile quesadilla looked equally delicious. Whether with friends or a date, the fun, but slightly sophisticated spot should make for a great evening (but warning: the third margarita is definitely a bad idea).

http://nymag.com/listings/restaurant/canyon-road/menus/main.html

Amused by my first week of diligently packing lunch

And also running for a Ginger Ale.
Having recently moved back into the city, I have been attempting to keep a strict budget with myself. Other than an impromptu trip to Brother Jimmy's last night and an ill-advised, but worthwhile, shopping spree at Duane Reade following (my friend, who turned into my personal shopper, managed to find me tupperware, band-aids, razors and floss before I made it past the Dove section of the aisle hunting for a cheap color protectant shampoo -- it was hard to do after a few beers!), I have been doing well keeping to this budget. I went shopping at Food Emporium the week I moved in and I am determined to eat every last bit of food I got instead of going out or ordering in -- the last time I lived on my own, I struggled with shopping for one person. Peppers went uneaten, tomatos went rotten, milk sat unused, etc, in favor of the local sushi delivery. Which leads me to today's lunch. I'd made it before I had my coffee, which is always a bad idea. It became just another form of snoozing. I meant to just pack a can of tuna, a pepper and some bread to prepare once I got to work, but then I saw making the sandwich as an opportunity to delay getting into the shower. I started chopping up pepper with no particular plan, and then thought hey, that tomato should go in too... opened the can of tuna with no mayo to be found, and threw it all together in a bowl. Thought toasting the bread would be good too. I tried to put the odd concoction into the bread but it barely fit. Tuna and peppers sprayed everywhere. I stared at the sandwich, wanting to throw it out but I knew I'd come too far for that (at this point, it was making me late for work). So I threw it in a ziploc bag and hoped for the best. Now here I sit, discreetly trying to fork a piece of tuna from a Ziploc bag and hoping nobody at my office sees this. I'm going to the gym later and suspect I will pay for this budget-sandwich by passing out on the spin bike.