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S'Mac - Sarita's Macaroni & Cheese

345 East 12th Street

Really - Need i say more? Mac and Cheese, its an American favorite comfort food. For me, thats exactly what it is. After a bad day at work, all I want to do is rip open a box of Kraft's mac and cheese. This takes it a step farther. Cheeseburger Mac and Cheese - enough said. Mediterranean has goat cheese, spinach, olives and garlic. Parisienne has BRIE, figs, shiitake mushrooms and rosemary. Masala Mac has indian spices. Lets not forget buffalo chicken mac, which might sound odd in concept, but in practice, it is more than you can ever imagine. Last night I went for the Cajun which is cheddar and pepper jack, andouille sausage, peppers and onions. The spicy goodness was too hard to not finish. Yes, my arteries are clogged slighly more than yesterday but it was well worth it. Just to make it slightly more fun, their sizes are Nosh, Major Munch, Mongo, Partay!. Any excuse to say the word nosh, I'll take.

http://www.smacnyc.com/

Scream it from the rooftop

Don't you wish you had your own personal rooftop at your disposal, to scream at the top of your lungs, everything you wish you could say - just to get it off your chest? Lately I absolutely feel the need for such. I would say that a padded room would serve quite the same purpose but I feel like it may have a bad connotation, so, I'll refrain from going there. Sure we can scream all the crazy shit we want but in the semi-nice (see: asian) neighborhood that I live in, I cannot do such without someone calling the cops.

I have much on my plate lately, in terms of grievances. Instead of bursting out in tears every time one of these things surfaces, I inhale deeply and do what any healthy person does - repress it. Sometimes this doesn't always work, which inevitably leads to an uncomfortable scene in which people just wonder why you're crying in Taco Bell (note: that was NOT me). There should really be NO reason to be crying in taco bell.

Well, until I have my own non-judgemental rooftop to air all my dirty laundry, I suppose I'll just keep on breathing.

mL

Edit: Turns out that even better than a rooftop to scream your unearthed problems, are a few great friends. People up at 3 in the morning to listen to your seemingly earth shattering emo stories. To all these people in the world who lend a ear to those who need it - thanks!