All we’ve been doing for the past few weekends is World Cup, World Cup, World Cup. Which means booze, booze, booze. AND FOOD!!!!!!! 😀 😀 😀
Actually, taking a step back… Friday night we had another farewell dinner for A, this time at BOKA, which is right underneath Sing Sing on St Marks and is famous for their Korean fried chicken, whatever that means. I wasn’t that hungry because I had a huge lunch at work as usual, but apparently everyone else at the dinner was because among 6 people we had food for about 20. I split a large fried chicken combo with S, and everyone else got a bowl of bim bim bow or whatever that Korean thing is called, plus rolls of sushi plus tuna tartare plus edamame plus more fried chicken plus this octopus dish plus a few other things I can’t even remember. I was like jesus christ people. Anyway, of course there’s tons of leftover including the entire octopus dish that no one else wanted, so I got to take all of it home in a nice takeout box.
Boka Leftovers
The fried chicken was really good but the octopus not so much, but I wasn’t going to not take a full leftover dish with me.
Didn’t get a chance to eat the leftovers o Saturday because it was USA v. Ghana time starting early. S, C and SL had been at Slainte since 9am for both games that day, and K and I got there around noon. Disappointing game, but what wasn’t disappointing was all the food and booze we consumed that day. I started out with their brunch omelet with free bloody mary and fries followed by 4 Hoegaardens, a Corona, a shot of Jameson and all of F’s leftovers (free):
Slainte Appetizers
On top of that, the waitress comes by a few minutes later with a plate of hot wings and a basket of fries and we naturally assume S just ordered more food (he was in the bathroom so could not confirm), so we just took it. Turns out S didn’t order it, neither did anyone else at the table, so oops we scored an entire order of wings and fries — as Randy Marsh says, SCOREEEE!!!! That got consumed pretty quickly.
Following the Ghana game I had the briiliant idea of going mid-afternoon karaoking, which was fun and disastrous when SL decided to order an entire bottle of soju to consume with our pitchers of beer while singing Journey and Gaga and Aladdin. I was having a blast all day until I got home past 9pm, somehow found myself passed out on the couch and woke up at 1:15am with the most nauseating feeling in my stomach. I immediately ran to the bathroom and puked up more food than I had ever puked in my entire life — it was literally a toilet bowl full of wings, fries, omelet, sliders, nachos, mozzarella sticks, and 3 gallons of beer. I thought I felt better until I proceeded to wake up every hour on the hour until 5am vomiting the rest of my food, booze and bile.
That was a lovely Saturday night I had, and when I woke up the next morning on Sunday, all I wanted to do was kill myself. So I decided to take care of that by eating the leftover octopus shit from Friday night (terrible idea) then meeting S at VAMOS! for some chips and guac, tortilla soup and bottomless margaritas for the Argentina v. Mexico game (fabulous idea). Vamos vamos Argentina, vamos vamos a GANAR!!! Hangover is completely cured and I feel like a million bucks.
Poverexic in NYC 