So Audrey and I were innocently discussing the new Pizza Hut Crown Crust pizza via gchat on Wednesday. While not discussing matters of national security, we’re usually talking about other really important things, like Crown Crust pizza, Mark Titus, weaves, the Mighty Ducks movie franchise, Whitney Houston and Keurig coffee makers. We talked about all of these things Wednesday, in fact. Anyway, Crown Crust pizza was the second most disgusting thing I had heard of this week, and I decided to tell Audrey all about the first most disgusting thing:
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I received this lovely note from ConEdison in the mail yesterday:
IMPORTANT INFORMATION ABOUT YOUR GAS USAGE
The readings we’ve obtained from your gas meter for the referenced account do not show any usage. This is a matter of concern to us since you may have stopped using our gas or our meter may not be working properly.
If you are not using our gas service and do not intend to use it in the near future, the service should probably be turned off.
It’s totally possible that I’ve started seeing things, but this is what I stumbled upon on the corner of 83rd Street and 3rd Avenue this afternoon. Omg you guys, things just got so much better in the world!
If you know nothing about The Coffee Bean, trust me, it’s great. Yes, it’s a California import, but they make coffee drinks better than any other establishment I know (cough, Starbucks). Whatever beans they use are light and sweet – well, I only get the ice-blended drinks, which are basically milkshakes, so what do I know…but try it anyway!
The inside looked completely set up, but these awnings were just being hung, and I can’t find the location on a Google map or on The Coffee Bean website. Hopefully this isn’t just a mirage. Viva Coffee Bean UES!
I mean, are they chips or are they wings? If I’m craving chips, why would I eat these wing-like Ruffles? If I’m craving wings, why would I eat chips? Maybe they aren’t chips. There’s no chips involved anywhere in this advertisement. Maybe Ruffles has branched out into different types of junk snack foods. I don’t know. There’s no telling. But I can say that I shouldn’t pump gas late at night.
It’s official! I now know where I’ll be having lunch for the rest of my Boston workdays. The Panera Bread on Boylston Street is finally open, and if you know anything about me it’s that I have an unusual affinity towards all things made with carbs.
The BSP (Boylston Street Panera) opened with lots of fanfare yesterday, approximately five months after we first spotted the “Coming Soon!” sign in the storefront window. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the line was out the door as servers passed around food samples to loyalists who showed up for the hoopla.
For the sake of transparency, I have to tell you that I was given a free lunch for blogging about the BSP’s opening. But also for the sake of transparency, I would have done it anyway. As I’ve said before, Au Bon Pain has become my go-to lunch spot, and I was beyond excited when I found out another bakery/cafe would be coming to the ‘hood. Also excited to see how this restaurant throwdown is going to play out.
Shout out to Sandra for immediately calling me as she walked by the Panera Bread construction site on Boylston Street today. As everyone in my office knows, I’ve been annoyingly anticipating Panera’s opening for months now, and it seems my wishes have finally come true!
In four short days (and by my watch I’m guessing that’s Monday, but other reports say May 24), Panera will finally open it’s doors to all the business people who frequent Boston’s Back Bay area. I myself had just become accustomed to Au Bon Pain salads for lunch, but there’s nothing like a fattening, cream-based soup to break a person of their healthy habits.
Over the weekend I decided it was time for me to become domesticated and I mustered up everything that was inside of me, found a recipe online, went to the grocery store and actually cooked, all by myself. Our little girl is growing up.
I know I keep harping on the fact that Chipotle gave me food poisoning and I can no longer eat there, but with that option completely gone there is very little I can do by way of nourishment. So before it got all “survival of the fittest” in my apartment, eventually killing me off for a species of person that can actually fend for itself, I decided it was high time I learned a new skill.
I know. You all thought it was a match made in heaven four years back when I was first introduced to Chipotle by Audrey Marks and Phil Mattingly during an outing in Washington, DC. I did too. I thought we were going to be together forever. Me, with my voracious appetite for junk food, and Chipotle, with its more-than-enough-for-one-person burritos and chips. But alas, the past two weeks have really tested our relationship, and the bond just wasn’t as strong as I had once thought it to be.
Two weeks ago I hopped off the T in Cleveland Circle and headed into Chipotle for my Thursday night burrito, which has become a ritual over the past few months since on Thursdays I need to eat dinner quickly and then head over to j-o-b number two at the YMCA. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and hey, since it’s good to be alive I had them throw in a bag of chips. I ate the burrito, changed into my bball attire and left, feeling good and secure about our relationship.
Ladies. Gentlemen. Kids of all ages. I’m happy to report that today, April 12, is Ben & Jerry’s Annual Free Cone Day, and, because I’ve had my ritual coffee ice cream in a sugar cone, I can safely say that things are going along swimmingly.
For those of you living in a cave, Free Cone Day is good ole Benjamin and Gerald’s way of thanking their customers for all their support and patronage. For all your hard work eating ice cream over the past 365 days, you get a free cone/cup of your choosing. While often it’s only one scoop per customer, I can tell you that the scoopers at the Ben & Jerry’s in the Park Place Hotel are more than generous.
Find the nearest Ben & Jerry’s location and enjoy! Don’t say I never gave you anything.