This weekend was full of wonderful birthdays, starting with G’s bday on Friday, F’s bday on Saturday and C’s bday on Sunday. While I was super excited for all these upcoming bdays, my stomach hadn’t quite been feeling like itself these days and so I was worried going into the weekend about how much food/booze I would actually physically be able to take advantage of.
Friday night turned out somewhat disastrous when I pregamed too much at C’s before we headed out to Tortilla Flats, and by “too much” I mean I got drunk off 2 glasses of white wine because I hadn’t eaten anything all day except a humongous cup of black coffee due to the sensitive stomach. Later that night I met up with 2 Kitty Chows who were in town at Drop Off Service, but my stomach yet again still didn’t feel so hot so I didn’t even have a drink there, went home later that night, and puked up black vomit that consisted of the white wine mixed in with the entire huge cup of black coffee that was in my stomach. Really wasn’t a pretty sight and reminded me of that horrible time I vomited 3 Jager bombs back in college… anyway.
Saturday was a beautiful day for a rooftop party which is what we did to celebrate F’s bday for his annual “pool party” that has never actually ever been a pool party but rather a rooftop party with a hidden indoor pool that you can only discover if you go up a hidden set of stairs and down a really long corridor and then there’s the indoor pool. Every year there are maybe two people actually in the pool, and I’m just waiting for the year when some girl actually shows up in a bikini and cover-up to the rooftop party and we all laugh at her.
F’s party is always a blast, and he always has the most impressive open bar set up outside including my favs like Grey Goose and Jack, so I double fisted a Grey Goose and diet coke and a Jack and diet while catching up with old friends. I was sad to have to leave the party early but was really looking forward to the next bday that M and I were attending, which was C’s bday dinner at Boqueria.
I’d never been to this Boqueria place in Soho, but I heard the food was incred, AND IT WAS. It’s a tapas place where you pay $40 and they just keep bringing you out endless plates of tapas that’s catered to your likes. Here are just a few highlights of what we had:
- Grilled bread rubbed with tomato, garlic and olive oil
- Blistered Shishito peppers, coarse sea salt
- Sautéed spinach, garbanzos, pine nuts, garlic, raisins
- Sautéed wild mushrooms, pork guanciale, Manchego cheese
- Crispy potatoes, “salsa brava,” roasted garlic all i oli
- Salt-cod fritters, citrus all i oli
- Shrimp, garlic, and Guindilla pepper in olive oil
- Creamy croquettes; three each of mushroom and chard
- Baby squid a la plancha, arugula, olive, crispy radish, garbanzos
- Seared lamb marinated in lemon and cumin, salsa verde
- Hanger steak a la plancha, seasonal market vegetables
Boqueria
Lamb
Balls
It was all INCRED. And to make things even better, the other people at the table were NOT EATING EVERYTHING and so I’m pretty sure I ended up eating twice as much as the other 6 people at the table who were actually eating small tapas-sized portions like refined people rather than full-on meals like I was. I was one lucky girl. And to top it off, we had churros y chocolate for dessert.
Happy birthday friends!!!
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