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There Ain’t No Secrets in NY

In The Nouveau Butch, Tools of the Trade on May 12, 2010 at 2:38 am

Here are 3 places I want you New York Butches to know about (and sorta selfishly hate myself for telling you).

1.  Raine’s Law Room –Named for “Raine’s Law” which allowed only Saloons to serve alcohol on Sundays (meaning any place with at least 5 rooms for rent); this 1920’s style speakeasy really takes this genre of establishment to the next level.  Secretive, sexy, and really smart; this is an experience that will make any savvy New York gal swoon.  Have a drink and hit the town–there are great restaurants nearby.  Or on those beautiful evenings you never want to end, cap things off with a vintage cocktail and talk til dawn.  So romantic.  Take a look at the wallpaper while you’re there.  Tres chic, Les Frique.

2. The Campbell Apartment — Named for the tycoon who once held his office here (John W. Campbell, father of modern science fiction); the Campbell apartment is a not-so-secret spot somewhat hidden within the walls of New York’s iconic Grand Central Terminal.  On off-hours (non-travel time), one could sit all day with a chess board or even a lap-top and do all ones thinking, writing, and drinking.  Enjoy the spirits that haunt this space, the ones that dance upon the tongue and upon the periphery of one’s consciousness are at home in this very same space.  Drink it all in.

3. The Frying Pan Only in New York, only in the summer, this outdoor bar/grille sits out on the Hudson like a secret pier party.  Whether you choose to fry yourself and your own precious skin on its upper decks, or you sit below and celebrate through sunset, this low-key non-scene is an amazing way to unwind with friends at the end of a long day where you’ve been cooped up in an over-air-conditioned office.  Grab a game of scrabble and head down to Chelsea.  Cross over the West Side Highway and take a deep breath.  You’re off the grid and off the clock.  Drink up and enjoy.

Cheers dears,



Lemon Ricotta “Pancakes”

In The Nouveau Butch, Tools of the Trade on May 12, 2010 at 2:12 am

Before I share with you all my secret recipe for lemon-ricotta pancakes, please note that my girlfriend does not eat sugar.  She does not eat flour.  She does not eat anything remotely resembling a refined carbohydrate…well, unless you think Splenda resembles a carb–that she’ll consume by the truckload.  *If this is a total turn off to your taste-buds, feel free to sub sugar where necessary.  These egg-based pancakes will resemble a crepe more closely than a pancake.  But, as I am not French, and I don’t own a crepe-pan, I feel I have no business calling these crepes.  I will, however, unabashedly call them delicious.

Step 1: Zest one lemon.  (Use a cheese-grater if you don’t have a micro-plane, but zest that bad-boy bald.)

Step 2: Crack 4 eggs and beat thoroughly with 1/2 cup ricotta cheese and 1/4 cup of fat-free half-and-half, sprinkle some salt & pep in there while you’re at it.

Step 3: Add 2 heaping Tablespoons of Splenda and 1/2 the lemon zest to the egg-mixture.  Beat thoroughly.

Step 4:  Cut another 2.5 TBS of Splenda and the remaining lemon zest into 4 TBS of butter.  Set aside for topping.

Pour egg mixture in a thin layer over a well-greased (preferably with butter), small frying pan.  When thin pancake starts to bubble, tilt pan until entire mixture is solid, then flip.  Repeat until egg mixture is gone (should yield 4-6 pancakes).  Put a dollop of lemon-butter atop your stack of pancakes and drop a few fresh blueberries onto the stack.  Garnish with a sprig of mint and serve with Iced Green Tea.  A delicious way to start off any summer day.



The Most Perfect Day-t

In Relationships, The Nouveau Butch on May 12, 2010 at 1:55 am

Yesterday my girlfriend and I played hookie.  She had “oral surgery” and I had “uncontrollable diarrhea.” Whatever the excuse, I highly advise taking some time to yourself—either with a lady friend or a great friend who is a lady.  There’s something romantic and conspiratorial about taking the day to lay low and do all the things that you can’t quite fit into a weekend.  If you’re in a big city, take the day to be a tourist; if you’re in New York, feel free to follow this blue-print.  Save some moves for a surprise, fill your date in on as much or as little as you like, but this was our perfect day—adlib as needed:

10:30am Wake up slowly. (Kiss your girlfriend.)

11am  Lemon Ricotta egg-pancakes with fresh blueberries. (Recipe to follow.)

12noon Row boats in Central Park (72nd Street @ The Boathouse)

1:15pm Sailboats at the pond in Central Park (Just down the path)

2pm Lunch at Alice’s Tea Cup (The experience is extraordinary, as is the tea!)

3pm Dylan’s Candy Bar (Treat yourself to sweets!)

3:45pm Bloomingdale’s (Maybe the morning put you in the mood for boat shoes?)

5pm Le Colonial, (Cocktails upstairs will transport you.)

6pm Cartier, (The dreams are for free.)

7pm The Supple Spa, (Couple’s massage—trust me, at this point, you’ll need it.)

8:30pm Dinner at Gascogne (Quiet and romantic, ask to sit in the garden.)

10pm—Shower by candlelight. (There are no words.)

12pm—Fall asleep knowing you’ve enjoyed this day to it’s fullest. (Kiss your girlfriend again for good measure.)

And even if your sweetheart disappears in the night, or catches some early flight for a long business trip where she’ll now have to fake a toothache, the joy you’ve squeezed out of this one day should last you the duration of her absence.

All the happiness in the world to each of you.