I’ve been having so much fun these past couple of weeks that I completely forgot that I said I was going to talk about bourbon and cookies at Goat Town.
Two weeks ago, I decided enough! with cycling in and out of the seven stages of grief around ending my relationship and having to start back at one with my short- and long-term aspirations, and get out of my head (and the house) and into the world.
I’ve been starving for some primary food and it was time to get nourished.Two Wednesdays ago, I set out to go to a networking event, but decided it wasn’t my scene. I said hello goodbye to the event hosts and walked over to a colleague’s restaurant, a few blocks away.
I don’t go very often, but when I do, I always tell myself I’m going to keep it light, but it never happens.
My eyes get bigger than my stomach and I eat too much.
The staff never helps, because they LOVE everything and I never decline, greedy ass that I am.
So, on to the cookies: Chef Nicholas and those damn chocolate chip cookies. Served warm. The chocolate chip cookies that I followed from the restaurant he used to own in Brooklyn to the Lower East Side/Alphabet City.
If my friends are reading this, then they know that either the cookies must be really good or something else is going on (something else is always going on, with me) for me to make not one, but several weekly trips to this restaurant, because I rarely step foot into Manhattan.
I LOVE how I never have a reason to be there and am not bothered by it.
But I will for some chocolate chip cookies. Nick’s chocolate chip cookies. Served warm.
And then he offered up a shot of bourbon to go with the cookies, and it was a wrap.
So now I have a new thing – bourbon and cookies.
It’s going to be a(n almost) weekly habit.
If you’re in NYC, check out Goat Town (511 East 5th between A & B) for dinner on the weekdays and brunch on the weekends. Make sure to tell Tad, Gabriel, Logan, and Nicholas I sent you.If it’s still on the menu when you get there, order the lamb chops. And any salad. Ask about the ice cream and the pie. And don’t forget the cookies.