open-faced denmark dispatch.


while there, i discovered my new favorite snack, smørrebrød.



as i've mentioned in the past, since moving to NYC a decade ago, two of my siblings have followed me down to the city. my sis is a doctor working & living on the upper east side & about once a month, on a rare day where she's not working, we try to get together for a meal. usually i head over to her studio apartment & she whips up one random dish or another. this past sunday, i visited her & she concocted a tomato, spinach & onion indian dish that had big chunks of tuna in it. although neither of us could remember having tuna in an indian dish, it somehow worked.
i am absolutely the WORST at going to bed at a reasonable, adult-like hour. oh! it's 2am? well that's the perfect time for popping on a movie & flaring up the oven! take this past weekend. on friday night, although it was well after midnight, i decided it was in my best interest to scroll through my on-demand options & see what film was best suited to keep me up past 3am. i ended up watching the 2010 film devil. it's produced by & based on a story by m. night shyamalanadingdong & features chris from the most recent season of damages & a dude who i totally thought was lafayette from true blood but totally isn't & that sorta-young mexican dude who seems to be in everything.
if you've known me for a while, you know that i've always had a soft spot/hard on in my heart/pants for combos. i'm fully aware that they're more processed than a fresh batch of recently captured illegal immigrants but they're tasty little bite-sized snacks that i just can't get enough of, so i don't care if they're made with repurposed pig snouts. this past weekend, i was at one of my local bodegas grabbing a pair of beers & noticed that they had both zesty salsa tortilla & jalapeno cheddar tortilla combos for sale. tortillas? that's totally south of the border! since i have little to no willpower, i couldn't resist getting one of each to snack on with my beers.
if i've learned one thing from 2 pac & dr dre, it's that california knows how to party, or at least they'll know how to do so in the year 2095. personally, though i've attended a number of rockin' parties in the san fran area in my time, i can't attest to southern california's partying skillz, so i'm just going to have to take their word for it. since the state's got the most people of any in the nation & an economy that's larger than canada's, i suppose that their ability to throw an acceptable party is pretty good. they could get beer from their hundreds of fine craft brewers, wine from their hundreds of fine vineyards & weed from their thousands upon thousands of fine weed proprietors. any cali band except for the red hot chili peppers or green day or blink 182 can provide musical entertainment. if all that cali party awesomeness doesn't do it for you, you can just drive east to vegas to gamble your face off amidst a blur of neon, hookers & adrenochrome.