About The Glutton
The Glutton hails from Brooklyn, New York, and currently resides in the perpetually vibrant and evolving neighborhood of Williamsburg, but has spent enough time in the other 4 unique and exciting boroughs of NYC over the last four decades to know that they all have lots to offer. The Glutton enjoys great food all over town, and usually has something to say about it. During breaks from eating, the Glutton tries to catch as many live shows in the area as possible, and is happy that most worthwhile musical artists, large and small, pass through Brooklyn these days. I’m a Glutton for good eatin’ and a Glutton for rock ‘n roll — a term I use loosely. The Glutton also enjoys fine wine and a well made cocktail, not to mention a great cup of coffee. The Glutton appreciates the beauty of New York and can’t get enough of it. In fact, I’ve made a career out of sharing it with the world…but that’s not what we are here to talk about.
In real life, most of the people I know seem to be interested in where I think they should be eating and what I think they should be listening to, and I’m more than happy to share. The Glutton has no credentials or formal training in food or wine or music. One must judge for oneself. The opinions of The Glutton represent only those of The Glutton…take them or leave them as you wish.
The Glutton likes steak medium rare and burgers medium, assuming that the person cooking them knows the meaning of those terms. The Glutton only eats sushi if it’s fresh and wonderful, which means almost never ordering it for delivery. The Glutton traditionally drinks vodka in the spring and summer and whiskey in the fall and winter, but that seems to have gotten mixed up this year for reasons unknown but to the detriment of no one. The Glutton enjoys white wine with seafood and red wine with steak, but doesn’t everyone? The Glutton is a carnivore of the highest order. The Glutton adores fresh vegetables but despises tofu and soy protein disguised as meat.
The Glutton never grows tired of The Rolling Stones…or Joe Strummer…or Bob Marley…or Ray Charles…or Tom Waits…or Willie Nelson…or The Ramones…or Wilco or My Morning Jacket, for that matter. Music is my food and food is my music. The Glutton could spend days on end just walking around New York’s neighborhoods absorbing the sights and sounds (and smells, and tastes) of the city.
With everything that this great city has to offer, it’s hard not to be a glutton. Please be advised that such gluttony can seriously deplete one’s bank account, expand one’s waistline, and impede one’s hearing while accumulating a bountiful wealth of enjoyment, so proceed with your gluttonous endeavors at your own risk. Don’t say I didn’t warn you…
