Recently, Mike started working at The Brooklyn Kitchen. Drop by and say “Hi” sometime, will ya?
Over the weekend, one of the owners of The Brooklyn Kitchen, Harry, picked up a vintage cavatelli maker. Well, Mike will take all the help he can get when it comes to locking down his pasta game. Check out the whole deal over at their site: The Brooklyn Kitchen. We think you’ll dig it. Mike’s lovely girl Sophie sure did!
Mission: Eat and Drink All Day to Cure Everyone’s New Year’s Eve Hangovers
Hosts: Hey Try This
Location: Hell’s Kitchen, New York
Is it weird to say that a New Year’s Day hangover feels really good? Bear with me here. You wake up on a nice sunny January 1. Your brain tries to jump ship to get away from your headache, so you throw it a life preserver in the form of a couple ibuprofen. Then relief washes over you as you realize that after the alcohol and food marathon that is the December holidays, today is the last day you’re obligated to feel this way.
But, there’s still that hole in your stomach where a spiked Kool-Aid man “Oh Yeahed!” his way through your guts the night before. No worries, mijo. Hey Try This is here to help. Here to help with meat. Meat and more booze!
When Peter Greenaway’s The Cook, The Thief, His Wife & Her Lover came out in 1990, the MPAA slapped it with an X rating for it’s depictions of both sex and violence. Don’t let that keep you from seeing it. Sure, it’s easily the least appetizing film involving food ever made. I was simultaneously riveted and revolted for its entire 2 hour running time, but it is a million percent more intelligent than any “torture-porn” flick. Saw, Hostel, Human Centipede et. al. wish they had a modicum of Greenaway’s storytelling and film making prowess.
In the film, Michael Gambon plays a repulsive gangster who has just purchased a high-end fine dining restaurant so that he can hold court in lush surroundings and live out his pretentious bourgeoisie aspirations. He’s the embodiment of the little bastard that lives inside all of us that love food. The one that compulsively seeks pleasure from outside of themselves and then throws horrific tantrums when they don’t receive it.
The Hey Try This bros have been split up for Thanksgiving this year, but that doesn’t mean they don’t want to be a part of your T-Day shenanigans. Make sure you follow us on Twitter. We’ll all be signed in and posting the goods from our respective holiday tables.
Mike’s in Pittsburgh hanging with his lactose and gluten intolerant family… tune in to see if he manages to poison them with breaded and fried sticks of butter.
ZZ’s in Chi-town hanging with, I dunno, Grant Achatz? Maybe. Yeezy? Maybe. Paul Zirlin? No doubt.
And Zac’s holding it down in NYC. He’s double booked himself into two of-the-right-fuckin-now restaurants. Follow us to find out where he decides to stuff his guts.
They should change that wack generic Twitter bird for a turkey, like at least for one day, amiright? I mean, Benji Franklin would dig it. That dude loved turkey so much he gave himself gout. Damn. Whatever… click follow, baby: @HeyTryThisBlog
Happy Thanksgiving, you guys! Are you ready for Thursday? Have you made your travel plans? Picked out your recipes? Done your grocery shopping? Readied yourself for the onslaught of friends and family? Got the liquor cabinet stocked? Have you practiced any of your untried dishes? Huh? Practice? For Thanksgiving? That’s right, unlike some dudes we know, there’s no way we’d miss a chance to practice our culinary skills and hone our chopping chops.
We decided to ramp up to the big day by doing a lil’ stuffing rehearsal. Now, when we started brainstorming on stuffing, we realized that it’s pretty much just a deconstructed sandwich. If a chef decided to put a “deconstructed” sandwich on his restaurant menu, we’d be kind of turned off. But, if he smooshed it together and jammed it into the backside of a roast turkey, well, we’d be pretty cool with that. So, our stuffing inspiration came from one on the earls of the sandwich kingdom… pastrami on rye.