Today I had some pretty good luck. For one reason or another I was craving a root beer float so towards the end of the day I finally looked up a place near my work to allow for a short break.
I ended up walking to The Shake Shack on Amsterdam Avenue between 77th and 78th right across the street from the American Museum of Natural History. Which speaking of the AMNH, I need to start visiting museums and other such places in the city.
So to get back on track.. remember I started by saying I had good luck today? I ordered a root beer float and cheese fries and while I was waiting for my food one of the workers was walking around the restaurant with a cheeseburger and a milkshake which she wasn’t able to find the customer of. She casually kinda mumbled, “anyone want some free food,” and since she was right next to me I responded, “are you serious” and so I got that food. Had I known I was about to stumble on this goldmine I would’ve bypassed ordering any food to begin with but instead I ended up with a cheeseburger, cheese fries, root beer float, and chocolate milkshake.
I’d like to send a shout out to Tony for ordering his food and presumably leaving the restaurant instead of waiting. I imagine he eventually came back in to claim his food which they would’ve had to remake but hey, I certainly wasn’t hungry on my way out.
Well, I’ve been back in New York City and in my apartment for exactly one week now. In fact, pretty much one week to the exact hour at this moment I’m writing this. So, it’s about time to clean my apartment. A thought I had though while getting my dirty clothes ready to drop off at the laundry tomorrow..
One bad thing about living in a studio, although I must admit I live in a rather large studio, is that when you throw your clothes across the room aiming for the laundry basket and you happen to miss, suddenly half the floor is littered with dirty laundry. And in this specific case, adding to the fact that I haven’t moved any of the missed clothes into the basket in the week I’ve been back, I’m not kidding when I say over half the floor is dirty laundry.
I’m embarrassed to even post this picture publicly but heh, only God can judge. The picture is taken from my desk and the dirty clothes basket is in the top left. The basket is empty because I put it all into the blue bag that’s next to it, but pretty much it was full and overflowing and you can see I haven’t even finished unpacking from this long trip either. Some of the clothes on the rug at the bottom are clean and I keep them in stacks because I don’t really have anywhere else to put them for now.
Now that I’m done typing this up I’m questioning why I thought I should post this. Hmmmmm, well what the heck, here it is..
I was in Hawaii for a total of 3 days, just barely over 72 hours, and I seriously went to this restaurant at least five or six times. Mainly because it was convenient, but also because they genuinely have good food.
Upon landing in Honolulu, our friend Paul who was already there, recommended this restaurant that he had recently discovered. They are known for the “Mac Daddy Pancake Challenge,” which was featured on Man vs. Food. This was one of the few challenges he wasn’t able to finish.
The first night eating there Paul and I split the friend chicken and waffles which sounded like a great idea until ten minutes after leaving the restaurant. I didn’t get sick but the greasy food made me feel like a slob. I spent the week before Hawaii in San Francisco where I mainly ate light, healthy meals so it was an extreme difference. My body wasn’t happy with me but I’m thankful we decided to split the meal because I barely finished my half.
Half of the order of Friend Chicken & Waffles
We weren’t at all pleased with the buffet styled, over priced breakfast restaurant in the Marriott that we were staying in so we had breakfast here the following two mornings that we were there. Also, when our other friend flew in a few days after us we figured it was a safe bet to take him there to eat. As if those four meals there, on top of the meal our first day there, wasn’t enough, we also stopped there our last night to get dessert which totals six visits to the place. All in all, even though it has mixed reviews on Yelp, I’d highly recommend this restaurant.
We don’t close unless it snows
Modern American Cooking served twenty four seven
Familiar food prepared and presented with inspiration and flair
Located inside the Hilton Waikiki Beach Hotel
2500 Kuhio Avenue
Waikiki Beach, HI 96815
I found a few other videos of the Man vs. Food challenge but I’m only able to directly post videos from YouTube on this blog. In order to embed other videos I have to pay for the video service which I’m not going to do.
Before I was born, approximately twenty five years ago, my grandfather sold his house in Hollywood Hills, California and set out on a trek to find where he would settle for the rest of his life. At the time, he wasn’t sure where he was heading or where he would end up but a few weeks later he happened upon Black Mountain, North Carolina. About 20-30 minutes East of Asheville, Black Mountain sits directly south of Pisgah National Forest right off of Interstate 40. Here he ended up buying a small store on Cherry Street and a house with amazing property on Padgettown Road.
From the beginning, my brother, my sister, and I called my grandfather “Grandpa Arch”. His real name is Harold Joseph Archambault but most everyone knew him simply as Arch, hence Grandpa Arch. He was a very friendly guy if he liked you but he could come off as very cold if you didn’t know him. He did things his own way and that’s what I love about him. He wasn’t worried about others and he led a very simple and peaceful life. His only employees at Arch’s Ice Cream & Antiques were my brother, my sister, and I during the occasional summer visit. He would open the store when he felt like wandering in and he would close when he was ready to close for the day. Typically he’d get in really early in the morning and have coffee and smoke half a pack before the first customer even stepped in. The store was never open past 6pm; often he would close it around noon to 2pm.
One visit about seven or eight years ago I was hanging out at the store chatting with Arch. I was sitting on a bar stool while he was working behind the counter. It was a slow day, not too much going on but people would occasionally wonder through. A lady and her husband walked in and started looking at the antiques, such the way that most people would do. She eventually ordered a milkshake and tried to small talk with Arch but if he wasn’t in the mood to talk to you, then he just simply wasn’t in the mood to talk to you. He didn’t invite conversation and she got the point. Upon getting her milkshake she disapprovingly asked for him to make it thicker, to which my grandpa responded, “McDonald’s will make it just the way you want, this is how I make it hun,” and he turned to me and picked up the conversation right where we had left off. No I’m sorry, no pleasantries, just simply “take it or leave it”.
The store on the right was Arch’s Ice Cream & Antiques. It is now being turned into a craft shop by the new owners and is set to open very soon.
Cherry Street. My Father’s Pizza just out of view to the right and Arch’s store is down the street on the left.
My Father’s Pizza & Pasta was started by one of Arch’s best friends in 1990, about the same time that he started Arch’s Ice Cream & Antiques. It was sold in June 2010 but has remained in their family!
A History of My Father’s Pizza
‘Big’ Larry Robinson and his son Larry, founder of My Father’s Pizza, throwing a pizza crust in 1990. This is how Dad does it.Larry and Donna Robinson opened My Father’s Pizza in June of 1990, a family business that has become a tradition for visitors and year-round residents alike. My Father’s Pizza started as a mostly carry out and delivery restaurant with just a couple of chairs for folks who wanted to dine in. Business grew quickly as word of the high-quality ingredients and friendly staff spread. After adding a few tables and expanding the menu slightly, they realized a bigger space was needed. In 1995, My Father’s Pizza moved up Cherry Street to its current location, quadrupling the seating and increasing the kitchen space ten times. The addition of patio seating added a desirable three season seating option.
In July of 2010, Aaron Mathews and Micki Cowan bought My Father’s Pizza from Larry and Donna, effectively keeping the restaurant ‘in the family’ as a tried and true Black Mountain tradition. Aaron and Micki, with their over 28 years of combined service to My Father’s Pizza, will always strive to maintain the same high standards of quality for both service and food preparation that Larry and Donna Robinson put in place when they opened the doors to My Father’s back in 1990.
Our goal is simple: provide excellent quality and friendly service to our friends, neighbors, and visitors to the area. Your comments, compliments, and criticisms are encouraged. Thank you for being our guest!
-The Staff at My Father’s Pizza
Right now I’m sitting in a small coffee shop in Black Mountain, North Carolina called Dripolator. Black Mountain is an old antique type of town outside of Asheville and to my knowledge this is the only coffee shop in town. If not the only one, then I suspect it is the town favorite. In the hour and a half that I’ve been sitting in here relaxing, sipping my Cafe Mocha and using the internet, I’ve seen at least five random encounters where locals know each other and end up chatting. In fact, I even ran into someone I know which is a very wow-it’s-a-small-world moment because I’ve only spent about a total of two weeks here in the last five years. A good friend of my grandpa’s who helped us out a lot when he passed away has been sitting next to me for about the past 45 minutes. At first I didn’t think anything of him but I finally realized that he looked familiar so I bluntly asked him if he knew my grandpa and sure enough it’s him. CRAZY!
Anyway, Dripolator is a nice coffee shop in Black Mountain worth mentioning. I needed a little alone time away from the family so I took a walk this morning and ended up here.
221 W State St.
Black Mountain, NC 28711
I didn’t think to look the place up on Yelp when I did the original post but I was just using Yelp for something else and thought about looking up the coffee shop. Here’s a photo that someone posted on Yelp that I think is really cool..