Hurricanes and When Mac Met Cheese

I'm stuck in London until Saturday but for once the only place I want to be is New York.  In the wake of Hurricane Sandy I have only been able to sit by and watch CNN from over 3,000 miles away. Instead of flying home today I can only imagine being with my family in my house on Long Island. At this point, after emerging from my cocoon, I'd definitely be in my pajamas making a box of mac and cheese.

Waffle House

My long-time dream came true the other day; I got to eat at Waffle House. We've all driven past that caps-lock, highlighter yellow sign a million times on weird family car trips that last hours, but have you ever stopped at one? And have you stopped at one in Maryland on a bleak, rainy Sunday? This is middle America at its finest. 

Shacktoberfest ain't no joke

Oh America. I love you so much because where else can I freely enjoy the finest of fusion food during the Oktoberfest holiday? (but not a large sugary drink with it, strangely enough) Shake Shack's Shacktoberfest menu is seriously wurst heavy and I found out first hand that it is not for the faint of heart. As you can see above, I did not hold back. 

Mission Chinese is hit or miss

So, seriously, what's up with Mission Chinese? Charlie and I hit it hard a few weeks ago and after hearing so much adulation and praise, I wanted to love it. BUT, my most lasting impression was really this:

Me: I kind of want to vomit that up and eat something else.
Charlie: Me too.