I'm melting...

And no this isn't a reference to the wicked witch of the west, which I might very well be. (although I'm on the east, but there's no house on top of me and I don't think I've ever "brought down the house" either. I think you need to know how to play an instrument for this...but I digress.)

Anyway, I'm melting because "God" has decided to SMITE New York City (and perhaps the rest of the north east). We are being punished. There is no better reason for this god forsaken heat wave then just that (global warming didn't make the reasonable explanation cut). 

According to weather.com (or as the Mexican calls it "liesabouttheweather.com"), it is currently 95 degrees and feels like 106. No big deal. It's 11am. Not a problem that it is so sweltering (humidity included) that you can literally cook an egg on the sidewalk (and I might try later). If I wanted to sweat this badly and be this miserable in the heat, at the very least I could be on a tropical island (Jamaica?)

CURRENTLY....DYING.

I had to walk 4 blocks or so this morning and in that time, I saw a half dozen people on the verge of death. I'm not a big sweater (not even one of gramma's old jumpers - although I never saw my gma wear many sweaters) but I have a tendency to use anti-perspirant EVERYWHERE. I would probably bathe in it if I could, coat myself in a fine layer of anti-sweat. Unfortunately, my masseuse wiped off my lower back deodorant this morning during my massage, so now I feel like my back is going to ooze sweat out of all of its pores and make me uncomfortable, sticky and all around gross. I've seen a bunch of heinous looking wetbacks today and yesterday (pun intended).

Usually, Fridays would be the day where I update about my miserable hangover and the fun I had at Honey, but everyone refused to go because of the heat.

So what did I do? I went to David Burke's Townhouse. I thought about going to this place across the street, but they didn't use OpenTable for Reservations, and I didn't feel like calling on the phone.

At DB, they have a prix fixe menu. Unfortunately, the things that I saw on the restaurant week menu were on the "dinner" prix fix menu, costing me $37 as opposed to $24.07. I wrestled with the idea of going with some other meal than the one I had planned in my head, but I had heard rave reviews about this crab cake, so I figured, go an inch go a mile and I ordered off the more expensive menu. I was not disappointed, but I might still be full from the meal. It was definitely not a hot summer day meal, but that's when I had it.

Oh and for Maxwell's viewing pleasure (and maybe the rest of you too), I took pictures.

This is how the butter came, in a twirl on a block of pink salt and a few pink salt sprinkles. The bread was hot and crispy and divine.

Pretzel encrusted crab cake with tomato orange chutney and poppy seed honey - I cut it open to show the inside, but you can't really see it.

Braised short rib over handmade cavatelli with wild mushrooms and truffle cream sauce and mushroom chips. SO heavy, but amazing and I didn't even have to use my knife for the short rib

One of the best chocolate mousses I've EVER had, and those big balls are sour cherries and the little ones are little nestle crunch balls. I was so full and yet I stuffed it in anyway.

After indulging, I went home and I laid in bed and watched TV for the rest of the night until I passed out just before 11pm in my air conditioned heaven. My mom is still in the hospital and supposed to get an exploratory surgery today. Hope it goes well!

I'm going to my last restaurant week restaurant later today with the Mexican. We're going to have Filet Mignon and I'm sure it will be phenomenal. We also have a going away party at a bar later today, and we might end up sweating to death with all of the walking that we will supposedly be doing. It's going to be rough.

Oh, on a side note - I'm a very regular person. Pretty much everything in my life is routine and predictable, but I'm currently late, and this freaks me out. Stay tuned.  

UPDATE: NOT PREG!