I must be a real bitch today, because despite my earlier blog, I still have more to complain about. The savage thoughts permeating my mind and the curse words rolling off the tip of my tongue are akin to a burning fire that cannot be put out. Tonight I went out for a lovely dinner at the Hidden Inn, in South Kortright. This place used to be one of my favorite upstate restaurants. From the very first time I went there (around the age of 10) up until I was 20, this place was a great spot to enjoy a quality family meal. I remember going there once when I was deathly ill with a common cold and couldn't taste anything, and still managed to finish almost an entire entree of chicken parm because it was THAT good. However, in the past year, they switched owners and revamped the interior along with the menu. The atmosphere was nice, but whoever is in charge of that kitchen needs a serious intervention. The appetizers were great (Caesar salad with whole anchovies, shaved cheese, and homemade croutons, a bowl of butternut squash soup topped with creme fraiche served in a sourdough bread bowl). However the entrees, for lack of better terminology, sucked ass. Firstly, the waitress listed at least three items that they were out of on the already small menu, which was a disappointment. I ordered Thai fried rice with shrimp (I know what you're thinking "if it's not a Thai restaurant, don't order Thai), but I couldn't help myself. The menu was small and I didn't feel like pork, beef, scallops, or trout tonight. I even checked with the waitress to make sure that my meal didn't have cilantro in it (it is the bane of my existence). My shrimp were over cooked, and the rice tasted like it had an entire lime chopped up and thrown in it... it was so sour and acidic I wanted to throw up. Also, the menu had advertised my rice as having snow peas in it... there were none to be found; only large pieces of artfully chopped celery (Ive never had Thai food with celery in it before). My dad's pork was dry, my mom's pumpkin risotto tasted creamy, but like nothingness, and my brother's prime rib was like rubber. I almost died of laughter when my brother discovered the Halloween pumpkin by the entrance contained smarties and dumdums and said they were "probably to wash the taste of ass out of the customer's mouths." I shared a creme brulee with my brother for dessert and it was probably one of the best I've ever had... but still didn't make up for my lackluster meal. I sadly won't be going back to the Hidden Inn until they've changed hands again. My stomach still hurts from what I'm convinced was the overabundance of acid in my meal... I probably have an ulcer now, jk (but it certainly does feel that way).
A couple of years ago, a friend told me about
lookbook.nu, since we're both into clothes and style and shit. I checked it out, and back then, I thought it was pretty nifty: people uploading pictures of their outfits around the world. I only check lookbook out once a month or so these days, but I've noticed that all of the girls and guys posting pictures of their "fashionable" ensembles, all look
exactly the same. How are you a trend setter when your outfit is almost identical to everyone else's? Basically, it boils down to a bunch of hipster-trash, flaunting their "We're so different, we're all the same" ensembles for one another. I'm pretty sure at this point in time, the site is more about "look at me, I'm so thin and hot," then "look at me, my outfit is stylish and put together."
Typical girl's outfit:
1. Oversize, button up, mesh/lace shirt worn over bra (who's a sexy bitch? You's a sexy bitch!)
2. Bloomer-look short shorts, or pleated skirt worn high on waist
3. skinny belt
4. Porkpie hat
5. Knee-highs
6. Jeffrey Campbell 'Lita' booties
OR....
1. Skinny jeans/disco pant leggings (the second skin type with a high waist and frontal, exposed zipper)
2. Cropped sweater
3. oversize scarf
4. nerd glasses
5. Platform booties
Cool enough for lookbook?
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