So, I’ve made one or two tweaks to the program below. I’ve taken the standing press out of Wednesday/Saturday. KB presses, bench presses, standing presses and pullups gets to be total overkill done back to back. Too hard on the shoulders. I’ve also been basically doing 5-10K runs on Thursday/Sunday and maybe a 5K after the KB work on Tuesday. All in all, it doesn’t seem to be as unreasonable as I thought as long as you very strictly take breaks when it’s getting to be too much.
I’ve spent Lent experimenting with Paleo and Primal diets, mostly by trying to stay as grain free as possible. I haven’t been entirely strict and some got by, but I’ve stuck with it as best I can. It’s worked really well in a couple of ways. I don’t get tired at work in the afternoon and my energy level has been very high. So far the main downside has been that it gets a bit gnarly and tense when you keep it very low carb and I have nasty Paleo breath. Primative man probably used bad breath to hunt. I think that’s the low carb. After Lent, I’ll probably reintroduce the occasional rice and corn and allow more dairy than I have been. Reintroducing yogurt has made this a lot easier.
I can’t let this one pass.
So, at the start of the summer, Bruni published something in the Times about how the redone Minetta Tavern was possibly the best steakhouse in New York and since then I’ve been meaning to go. I finally got to this last weekend. I like McNally’s places: he builds out restaurants that are like tributes to the sort of places you want to eat every night. I’d been to the Minetta Tavern before he took it over. I liked the rennovation, all I ever remember of the place was the silhouette tiles and dust. Heirloom tomato appetizer was decent. And then the entree.
Worst steak I’ve ever had outside of airline food: Their medium-rare bone-in NY Strip. Comically awful. Truly awful. I would have felt guilty feeding it to a dog. Come to think of it, I haven’t had airline steak quite that bad.
Burnt to charcoal and covered in salt on one side. Not bad on the other. A bit grey an eighth of an inch in and then a solid cold raw core. Poorly finished with butter in some spots. The spots which tasted of too much butter. Salty. Just all around terrible.
The meat itself seemed ok, so this is just someone in the kitchen slamming one out. Or maybe it’s a tribute to crap downtown dining of yore.
I hear the burger is good. I wouldn’t know. I had the worst steak ever.
Somewhere, roaming New York City even as we speak, is a woman in a Mister Softee truck who comes up with specials like massive ice cream cookie sandwiches, cinnamon bun cones, and potato chip dips and Twitters about where she’s at and what she’s serving up. Who needs more than that? Today’s special (shown) was enough to lure me out of the office and it was so totally worth it.