fried chicken in nyc

am i supposed to think up more interesting titles?

i got to nyc on tuesday, march 27. we went out eat at a little mexican restaurant where i ate chicken flautas, but my blog does not start on this occasion.

i spent wednesday with my friend, ezra and as all the new york workerbots got off work we decided to go grocery shopping in that giant natural food store based out of the city of my current residence, the location in union square.

people in nyc will run you over. i'm talking about pedestrians, they will plow into you. i hate this. i like sweet people. i like the south.

so we spent some frazzled time trying to figure out what we were going to eat. the plan was fried chicken, but then we switched it to falafel and then back to fried chicken. i get really stressed out in grocery stores and can never think of what i need. so. we finally picked up some things and went back to hey's house.

the diners included hey, andrew, ezra, and me. also, maryam showed up, but she claimed to have eaten and just nibbled at our leftovers. andrew started off the meal by making a baked brie with jelly. yum! and a tray of vegetals. i made fried chicken, roast garlic mashed taters, spinach, strawberry and pepito salad, and fried chicken. for dessert we had blueberry pie a la mode. we were going to make the pie from scratch but knew that after eating no one would care enough about pie to be rolling out crust and $10 of blueberries would go to waste. so we bought a frozen pie. i don't like mushy fruit much.

i wanted blueberry pie only because when i was in maine this past fall we had it at a group dinner. it was fresh and delicious. this pie was eh.

the whole dinner was overshadowed by the fact that we thought hey's roomate was dead in his room. no one had spoken with him all day and his door was locked and all his shoes present in the hall. we spent the bulk of the evening whispering about how many shoes he had and places he could be and the money he owed on taxes.