(noun) nonchalant absurdity with a dash of embarrassment.

(verb) to be shark bitten.

(adverb) in a manner that is nonchalantly absurd and embarrassing.


04 February 2011

EMBER ROOM OPENING: WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 2nd, 2010


Everything we do, we do for the sake of a funny story. Right? Regardless of whether it is the nonchalant bullshit of everyday or it's attending the perpetual stream of events in New York City each week. On Wednesday night Gub and I accompanied a few of our friends at the Ember Room Restaurant opening party. I wasn't sure what to expect, and although it was super crowded, free drinks were flowing and everywhere you turned there was someone walking around with a tray of delicious food. After several gin cocktails we decided to ditch the crowd and the not so good DJ, who was playing some cheesy ambient ish.

Our next stop was a spot across the street,5 Napkin Burger: we all ordered burgers, but Gub and I were extremely intrigued by this $15 dollar macaroni and cheese. So we call over the manager and ask "How good is this dish?" Naturally, he replies "Very!" Still not convinced, we tell ourselves that it's a good idea to investigate further. First attempt: we decide upon the brilliant idea to storm the kitchen and check it out. Needless to say, our ambitious efforts were thwarted immediately. Next attempt: without saying a word Anne Huntington leaves the table and tries again with nonchalant ease: "Oh, I'm sorry, this isn't the bathroom?" Once again, denied! There's always next time. Le sigh. I'll guess we'll have to suck it up and just order the damn dish.

Check out more photos and Antwan Duncan's write up here: ITHINKYOURESWELL

bumblebee. xx.

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