 Contrary to what most people may think, life as a food editor in the Time Warner Center isn't all tweezer-peeled Ruby Roman grapes and Cherubim heart carpaccio lunches at Per Se or even sustainolocaganic kale 'n quinoa salads from the Whole Foods in the basement. Nope - we haul our cookies up to the 10th floor "Park Cafe" employee cafeteria and stand in line for salads, sandwiches and the "action" station with the likes of Eatocracy's Senior Junk Food Correspondent Ali Velshi (when he's in town) and "In the Arena" host Eliot Spitzer (who we're pretty sure actually lives under one of the steam tables because he is ALWAYS there - not that we're, um, obsessed or anything...). It's never gonna knock your socks off, but it's fresh-ish, not aggressively unhealthy, and the view of Central Park is all seasonally verdant and whatnot. We rarely ever eat IN the cafeteria, mind you - rather we Gollum our little salad bar clamshells back to our desks and fork it into our face holes as swiftly as possible so we can get back to writing about, you know, food. (Yes, we simultaneously embrace and bemoan the irony.) One thing on which we never skimp, though - taking time to see what's on offer at the International Station. We've mentioned this before - the wonkily adorable theme days including "Home," "Chez Chez L'Ami Louis, Paris," "Joliet, IL," "Roscoe's Chicken 'N' Waffles" and most recent and perhaps most befuddling of all, yesterday's "Deep In My Soul." "Who is the 'My'?" we asked ourselves. Are they tapping into a universal "My"? Is it Ted Turner, himself as "My"? (Though there's a distinct lack of bison) Anderson Cooper? The great and powerful Oz? The owner of said soul has a penchant for black bean slathered plantains, rice, grilled steak, mixed green salad, macaroni salad, rice pudding, and fried chicken. All signs point to Cuban, but, like, why didn't they just SAY that? It's not like there's an embargo on the food or the word. The point of the natter here - it got us thinking about what it would actually taste like deep within our souls. For me, I'd go a tad funky and whiffing of brimstone - like Rogue Creamery's Smokey Blue Cheese or possibly just a bitter, bloody mess - a boudin noir chased with a cup of chicory coffee. Et vous? |
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like tears and vodka.
warm with a spicy tingle turning to a soft, sweet and tangy moving to a firm and puzzling earthy, herby complex and finishing with a bitter smoothed by a subtle sweet. if anyone can identify the four food i just described, i will be very impressed!
what the heck is that on the rice? pretty disgusting looking picture for a food article/
like an avocado.
My soul tastes like one of those dirty Japanese curries, American Spirit yellow cigarettes, Miller High Life and Halls cough drops.
A really big sack of ramobutans, a glass of malbec, mac'n'cheese, and some really amazing catfish. All in all, class and trash all rolled into one!
I am a reasonably intelligent person and I have not idea what the first two paragraphs of this article are trying to say. Is this some kind of alien language?
I'm with you on that. If a stranger walked up to me and pretty much spoke the article to me word-for-word, without any kind of introduction or hint of topic like it's presented here, I would think he/she was either an Aspie or a food snob. It's one thing to have a deep understanding and appreciation for your craft, it's quite another to be so wrapped up in it that no one else knows WTF you're talking about.
Pretty sure my sole tastes a bit fishy.
sweet and creamy like black forest cake, dark like cappucchino, spicy like wasabi and tender like rare barely seared steak
Creamy, like a perfectly ripe camembert
I just farted. It smells bad. Oh wait I did more than fart. P** : )
Ah, the smelt it/dealt it conundrum. Classic.
All I can say is if you think you eatocracy writers of gastronomy know food; judging lately by your mundane and noobiotic articles, such as this one, you know very little about real flavors and real food. In as much as one reads the advice columns to see what poor and improper advice is give, perhaps that is the same draw to this place as well..
the snobrabbery of your dull palettes bring me shivers sometimes and this one of them.
I honestly have no idea what you are saying here. Perhaps you didn't understand because you don't actually speak English yourself? I'm just going by your prose thicket right there. Might want to trim it back a bit because it's strangling whatever it is you're trying to say. I think you're trying to be impressive, but you're just weedy.
I understood the article just fine. Even thought it was funny.
The taste in my soul is hot cajun boiled crawfish and a few Buds......
That reminds me of Deanies in New Orleans – hot spiced boiled crawfish, with a side of boiled new potatoes in the skins. Yum!
I don't know what my soul tastes like, but that meal above looks like turds on rice.
Exactly! Whatever it is, I bet it will look just the same coming out as it did going in. Gross.
a dance of many flavors that are at once satisfying and exciting
I don't believe in a "soul".
so your tasteless??
Why do non believers insist on talking about God all the time?
Check your SHOES lately! Troll.
my soul loses it's flavor a little every time I read anything posted from CNN.
creamy and wholesome
cotton candy
Yeah, I second that. I re-posted that link on my FB. Great site.
Read NoShmeat.com before replying to the question of this article... I think many people will find it tastes worse than you though. BTW JerseyGrrrlChef I saw your posts on that site - awesome info, thanks!
Worse than you thought*
For me its more like yummy, comforting home made mac n' cheese, and a nice caesar salad. Hold the shmeat. But I've been to the site, and it's an eye opener, that's for sure.
My soul tastes of reeses peanut butter cups and coca cola. And my soul, well, its in heaven with those items!!
Excess!!!...Delicious 50 year old Lambic Excess!
Cotton candy and flowers
Fire and Ice, baby. Fire and Ice.
Bitter-sweet chocolate with a side of booze.
My soul: fugu.
Braised tendon with a side of heart attack.
My soul I believe would be Spicy Hot, with Very Sweet undertones, a bit of caffeine with the finish of a REALLY Great Pinot Noir.
I love that!
Who pooped in the rice?
Oh my ears and whiskers..that's exactly what it looks like! I don't feel well.
Yes, my thoughts exactly. Eeewww, it would have to be some kind of delicious to get past that first impression.
Sweet & squishy. Love me some "plantanos"!
In the words of Anthony Bourdain....It tastes like shame. Delicious Delicious shame.
Shame = BBQ. Hot, greasy, messy BBQ.
The taste in my soul is a dark, swirling chocolate, bitter, with pockets of spice and patches of sweet appearing in turns. Ultimately, though, it ends up a strange not-flavor, and leaves you feeling decidedly inferior.
Alcoholic
Funky hot grits!
HHAHAHAHAHA
I like this poll. :)