carbon

we have a puppy! 

his name is carbon. he's tiny and prances on grass like a little deer. (happy early birthday to me -- thanks, tybot best husband ever.) for the record, ty still says he loves the succulents more than the birds AND the puppy, but i think carbon is slowly winning him over. 

this is really how he sleeps. i melted. 

and since tybot will probably bring it up if i don't, yes, i did buy him in a grocery store parking lot while returning a RedBox dvd, with no prior intention of coming home with a puppy. most impulsive purchase i've ever made, hands down.

if you didn't already have an excuse to come visit us (even you chicago friends) now you do: we have a guest bedroom *and* a baby canine.

Pommes Frites

this post is purely an exclamation of excitement at the latest to-do on tybot's and my new york city "must" list. (for context, we're flying out there in july for our dear friend allison's wedding to lucky-as-all-getout paul and we cannot wait.)

the newest addition: Pommes Frites in the east village.

the e-mail that sold me on it (copyright allison 2009):

I just put Pommes Frites down on your list of places to go.  It just sells french fries.  Because of this, I didn't think you'd give it due weight if it were just listed on the list.  So I'm just e-mailing to underscore the importance of going:

 

1)  It has the best french fries you'll ever eat.  They're unlike any other french fries you'll ever eat.  It also has something like 50 delicious, one-of-a-kind ketchups, mayonnaises, and other sauces.  In sum, though they may just sell french fries, they sell french fries.

 

2)  It's in the east village, which is a very fun, hip, lively neighborhood, one that I highly recommend just wandering around in.  (I'll also give you the address of a basement used-book and records store and a bar with skee-ball, just in case you feel like you need destinations as you wander to pull you in different areas of the village).

 

3)  The east village is grimy, which I've only begun to appreciate.  I used to think that the city needed a good washing, but now I revel in its grime.  Pommes Frites is also appropriately grimy.  They've been frying french fries in that place for a very, very long time. 

 

4)  The french fries come in paper cones.  The old wooden (grimy, see above) tables and skinny, skinny bar against the wall have holes drilled into them, perfect for cone of french fries.

 

5)  It's a tiny place.  It's a wonder that they can do much much good (and sell enough french fries to stay open) in such a small space.

 

6)  My officemate used to go there with Keith Richard's son.  It's near an old, famous concert hall that's now a bank.  Thus, it's very rich in musical history.

 

7)  At something like less than $5, it's a steal for a meal (if you don't mind eating just fries) or a good snack when you're tired from wandering.

 

Also, can I get your address?

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let the countdown begin!