kayt's jetsam

New York Hall of Science

jetsamofkayt — Mon, 31 Jan 2011 23:26:44 +0000

The New York Hall of Science is in Corona Park, Queens, forever-away on the 7 Train. Not all of the exhibits are for children, but we found out the playground definitely is. The Great Hall pictured above was built for the 1964 World’s Fair, meant to give visitors the sense of being in space.

Rainy Day

jetsamofkayt — Fri, 21 May 2010 07:41:28 +0000

Biking in the rain as they do in Kyoto. Nick took an immediate liking to this practice.

Kyoto Day 2

jetsamofkayt — Tue, 18 May 2010 00:53:29 +0000

Kyoto street at sundown

Downtown

jetsamofkayt — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 12:14:35 +0000

View N towards Wall St. March 2010

Flowering Tree in Prospect Park

jetsamofkayt — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 17:17:09 +0000

Prospect Park on Saturday

jetsamofkayt — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 17:09:36 +0000

Under the Manhattan Bridge

jetsamofkayt — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 17:06:05 +0000

Nick and Dylan in Dumbo, March 2010.

Pieta in TriBeCa

jetsamofkayt — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 22:16:46 +0000

Grand Central and A New Dawn for Kayt’s Jetsam

jetsamofkayt — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 22:14:37 +0000

More photos, less words. That’s my perogative in bringing back yet another abandonned blog on the webiverse.

Back to Brooklyn

jetsamofkayt — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 03:12:00 +0000

Tonight I decided to play the up-on-shit socialite. I wanted to make my dining experience at one of Tribeca’s new restaurants a conversational ice-breaker for social situations over the next few months, whether I had a good time, (“restaurants are learning to cater to a more budget-savvy crowd”) or a bad time (“how can they charge that much for X”). From the blog reviews I had been reading hours before on said restaurant, it seemed like acceptable food at acceptable prices, and that it could go either way.

Fortunately, it went the way of giving up on the place entirely. Because like many dining destinations in Manhattan– or non-destinations– the restaurant was packed, overwhelmingly loud and full of, what we would have called them in middle school, preppies. Preppies making too much money and drinking too many fancy cocktails. I walked in and right back out, pissed at the food blogs for making me want to go there, the people who got there before I did, and at myself for caring at all.

In the netherworld close to Manhattan’s west coast there isn’t much between bad sushi and very upscale dining. The prospect of hiking back to Chinatown seemed like a waste of time. Going anywhere else in Manhattan seemed like an even bigger waste of time. I was beginning to think of my 2009 stand-by Motorino, an honest pizza place where I’ve never been let down. I started to whine about getting let down in Manhattan, with no end of the let-downs in sight.

Then we took the train back to Brooklyn, resorting to a safer, more comfortable and affordable Plan B.

Plan B(rooklyn): A quiet back patio of a neighborhood restaurant still waiting for its liquor license. A $10 bottle from the local wine store, a Zweigelt rosé from Austria. Simple food, reasonable prices, friendly service, noise-level contained. Two hours later I have nothing to complain about, and I start to think that Plan B is a secret that I probably shouldn’t tell anyone about. Well, at the least not the preppies.

The real deal at Fette Sau