The Wandering Foodie Vs. The Wandering Jew

Point. Counterpoint.

The Wandering Foodie vs. The Wandering Jew.

Yes, its true. On behalf of the bitchy girl who cancelled, I wanted to prove my professionalism, and will now blog about, disproving my professionalism. I accepted this Blog Challenge, by Hagan Blount pronounced like  C-nt.

I swear, I couldn’t find another name that rhymed for pronunication purposes.

Hagan gave me a homework assignment to give him a nickname for my site, though I feel its still too soon to be giving each other nicknames this early into our relationship. Its hard to nickname someone whom you’ve never seen naked before, at least, that how I’ve always felt about it, before dinner.

So Hagan, facebook-bootie calls me at 6:30 on a Saturday night, Hagan said that he was in a bind. and I so happened to have showered earlier that day, so I agreed to met him for this last minute dinner blog date. Lucky him.

The Restaurante:

Markt

676 Avenue of the Americas
New York, NY 10010
A Belgium European Restaurante celebrating everything Belgiummy. Including Belgium Beer, Belgium Chocolate, and Belgium People.

Yeah, no need to shower or dress up.

At least if your a woman, I mean the restaurante is located in Chelsea.

The menu, was everything Belgium.

We had Mussels, which were awesome, although the shells were really hard to chew, and crunchy.

Hagan said that it was a delicacy to eat the mussel inside of the hard shell. Hagan also mentioned that it is considered polite not to eat the salad with your bare hands, but I’m trying to go green in 2010. So if I don’t use utensils, they don’t need to be washed, saving dishwasher fluid, and dishwasher water. So I eat salad with my hands. And Hagan should learn to get over it.

The Salad was good too. If you like Bacon in a salad. Kinda takes the “salad” out of “salad”.

The Diet Coke, with Lemon, was one of the best Diet Cokes I’ve ever had.

It was so perfect, with ice, and came in a lovely glass.

And a straw.

Beef was very good, Fish was Good, Chicken was ok. Obviously, I’m not a food blogger, and I don’t like to show too much enthusiasm about food, cause then people think you’re a fatty.

Our waitor Jerry was a really cool guy, and he promised not to screw around with our food. And I promised not to screw around on his tip.

Hagan is super boring, so I was playing Tetris under the table. When his mouth was moving, I would look up every now and then, smile in a frozen kind of way, and focused on his biceps. Which were kinda sexy. The Interior of Markt, was dark to begin with, but with Hagan’s looks, the lighting was ideal.

Hagan took pictures like a typical tourist. Of the food, the Waitor, my breasts, a man he met in the bathroom, one dish, one fish, a group of Japanese business men, and a picture of the parking lot.

My Adderal, was just wearing off around 7:00, so I was starving. Lucky for Hagan I decided to eat before I arrived at Markt, so he didn’t think I was a total fatty. My friend Lauren W. told me this trick, you should always eat before you go out, so when you do go out you can be all thin, and not eating.

The Beer was amazing though. I sipped the Beer and paired it with the signature Beef dish, Carbonades Flamandes apparently the Belgiumish people drink/pair Beer with everything, and cook most dishes with Belgiumish beer.

Like the French cook with wine, the Belgiumish cook with Beer, which is wines’ trailor trash cousin.

True, when dessert came, I was excited, and Hagan could tell. We played footsy all night, and fed each other, for 4 1/2 hours. Truly, the Lady and The Tramp. When the Check arrived, Hagan went to the bathroom in a hurry, with some guy, whom he had been texting all night.

Overall, it was an amazing evening, I highly suggest attending a dinner soon at Markt, with Hagan. I think his number is written on the wall of the men’s bathroom. If not, he hangs out in Chelsea pretty commonly.

Read all about it, The Wandering Foodie.

http://wanderingfoodie.com/2010/markt/

Tagged as: Markt in, Plate 27, Wandering Foodie vs Wandering Jew