Per Se

Carbunkle Trumpet Eats Crow again

I am somewhat of a smart ass…I know that some of you can’t believe that one bit but it is true. Way back when IKEA announced they were coming to Memphis people lost their damned minds on Social Media. This announcement was before we even knew that we were going to move to New York and have our entire apartment outfitted with IKEA stuff. I made some snarky comment about the particle board furniture and how Memphians were losing their shit. My good friend TO the OJ Simpson Bronco driver took notice of my tweet.

When we moved to New York almost 2 years ago we naturally made our first trip to Red Hook’s IKEA and I was impressed. Yes we outfitted our entire apartment since we sold all of our shit before we made the 1600 mile drive. I think that I made a comment on Twitter and my friend TO was quick to remind me about the tweet and she called me out on it. I deserved it and it was funny too. Because of the location of the IKEA in Brooklyn it is somewhat hard to get there. You can take the ferry to and from but trust me when I say that schlepping your crap back in a blue bag sucks.

This past weekend Mrs. Trumpet was in the throws of schoolwork, studying and I needed to get the hell out of the house. I had a small list of stuff that I needed to get from IKEA. I figured that heading to Red Hook was a good way to get out of the house and get it done. Now the Ferry doesn’t start running from Pier 11 until 11:30 and I wanted to try to get some Cigar time with the boys so I took my chances and headed to Brooklyn on the F Train. The F Train made news last week when one of the subway trains went tits up and lost power, and air-conditioning. One of the Rhodes girls from many moons ago was stuck on that train and I could only imagine how bad that sucked. Thankfully the F Train made it to Smith Avenue and I grabbed a 5 dollar Uber drive to IKEA.

All in all it was only 45 minutes door to door and I was in and out of IKEA under an hour and was able to catch the 11:45 ferry to Wall Street. So there you go TO, feel free to bust me out again as I eat some crow. Be kind would you?

IMG_1040Waiting on the F Train. That joker has yet to be on time.

IMG_1041She would get major style points if those suckers were pink.

IMG_1043On the Ferry heading back to Manhattan

IMG_1044Governors Island

IMG_1045Doesn’t get old looking at Lower Manhattan from the water at all.

IMG_1046Looking at the buildings on Water Street and Old Slip

IMG_1047Got some more $2.99 frames to hang the Playbills and ‘cool NYC stuff’ that we have done.

IMG_1048So far we have been to 15 cool NYC things and or plays/musicals. Not bad considering we haven’t gone to Colbert or Fallon (yet)

IMG_1049More Spice Racks and spice holders. Unfortunately we have to move them since the drawers can’t come out fully now. #Robofail

IMG_1050New Up lighting for the bedroom. Why don’t New Yorkers like lighting?

Hope you had a good weekend and stayed cool. It was a hot one in the city on Sunday.

 

 

 

Pictures of the Week on a Thursday

Here are pics from this past week in no particular order. Yes this is normally on Friday but I am moving up production a day earlier. Friday we are busy and there may not be a post.

img_0055There is where the Magic happens on the 3rd floor of the Time Warner Building

img_0046Ironically also on the 3rd floor of the Time Warner Building is Chef and Owner Masayoshi “Masa” Takayama’s Masa. This is considered the best Sushi in the world.

img_0049Cappuccino and Donuts and no this wasn’t from Duncan Donuts either.

img_0058Again, great evening spent with great friends. Apologies to the Lady Barrister who when I posted it to my Instagram page, it cropped her out. I since took it down after I realized my error.

img_0057“You know what I like to do? I like to go have an fine meal and then follow it up with drinking a bunch of Bud Lights!” Mr. 3 First Name

img_0005Who knew there was such a need and even a company here in NYC. I am told that some mannequins are worth over 10K

img_2222She survived her first semester of NYU and is hoping to get initiated in her sorority the first week back in the spring semester.

Have a good day!

You may be a Nobel Laureate but can you take the top of an egg off clean?

If you have lived south of the Mason Dixon line for any amount of time you probably have heard of the expression; “Well if you have gone to the trouble.” This saying rings very true anytime that I go to a restaurant that has on the menu a dish that is a pain in the ass to make, prepare and repeat consistently. Don’t know what I am talking about? Go ahead and make yourself a Soufflé and serve that sucker before it dies. The dishes that I am always in awe of may include; lamb chops that have been Frenched from the bone and served at the perfect temperature. Have you ever served a Turducken or had one that was overcooked? Ever get tennis elbow from whipping Béarnaise Sauce? How many of you have almost burned down the house making a Baked Alaska dessert?  To me, the hardest would be to serve Beef Wellington and not overcook the damned thing.

One dish that should be added to this list is Thomas Keller’s award winning French Laundry’s  Amuse-Bouche of White Truffle Oil-Infused Custard with a Black Truffle Ragout. *Oh wait did I just lose you? Let me back up. First WTCBF is an Amuse Bouche?

An amusebouche [aˌmyzˈbuʃ] (plural amusebouches) or amuse-gueule [aˌmyzˈɡœl] is a single, bite-sized hors d’œuvre. Amusebouches are different from appetizers in that they are not ordered from a menu by patrons, but are served gratis and according to the chef’s selection alone.

Now that we have determined what an Amuse-Bouche is, I am sure that there are a couple of you who wondering who hell Thomas Keller is and why is he doing laundry for the French? Ok, that was a little bit funny. Anyway here is a proper back story on Keller’s joint called Per Se that is on the West Side of town. On the menu that the kitchen serves is a very simple and very French dish of Egg Custard with a Black Truffle Ragout. It is served in the same egg shell that once held the yolk. Friends let me tell you something….it is ethereal and worth the price of admission.

If you call yourself a foodie and are worth your weight in sweetbreads you have to appreciate this presentation. The egg shell is perfectly cut at the top and is the daunting responsibility of the junior chefs in the kitchen. Remember cartoons growing up of the army private peeling potatoes? The job of cutting the top off of the egg is the equivalent of that in the kitchen at Per Se. *Ok, I will come clean, we ate there this past weekend and it kicked ass! When this dish was served again this past Saturday, it really got all of us talking about the presentation. Homeless Tim as luck would have it, happens to “know a guy” and inquired about how this job was performed. He further negotiated that since we all were a little short asked if we could help out and chop some egg shells in payment for our dinner.

Now before you start to think that the kitchen staff gave us knives and a dozen eggs let me stop you right here. The ‘egg topper cutter off-er’ is a little cup that sits on the top of the egg and you pull a plunger like a morse code machine. To keep us from stealing all of the chocolate candies (Yes I am looking at you MC Hammer) they brought out 2 eggs and the showed us how to crack the egg. Let me cut to the chase, it is harder than one would think.

2010_04_the_french_laundry-54Served it is a very simple and very French Dish. The story is that Keller over ordered eggs for the restaurant and since he didn’t serve breakfast he had to come up with something quick. Notice how all great menu items start as a solution to a kitchen problem?

egg-custardNotice how the top of the egg is cut clean? Try that ish the next time you make eggs for breakfast in your BVD’s.

img_0053Close up of the Egg Top Cutter Off’er

img_0052Schroeder working her magic on the egg.

img_0051Tim you had ONE JOB! I am kidding, trust me when I say that this is no easy task and we figured that Per Se holds roughly 75 seats in the main dining room and the private room so some poor Shmo in the back is breaking at least 100 eggs a day to make service.

img_0054Yes I stalk the Instagram of the French Laundry and Per Se. I love the quotes or remembrances that are on ‘the pass’. My all time favorite is still after they won another 3 star Michelin award that read “Work Hard, Stay Humble”

img_0056In case you were wondering a gastronomical orgasm happens to each patron who dines there behind those doors.

Don’t hate the player, hate the game. Oh and it will take us a year to get the money to pay for next years dinner. *if we make the cut.

Thanks to a great dinner and great conversation again. Merry Christmas

 

 

 

 

What we do on the Weekends

Sorry about getting sidetracked, we had the 4 day holiday weekend and getting back into the swing of things can be hard. So when I last left you I was telling my 6 readers about  What we do Monday – Friday. Yep we live the cutting edge lifestyle up here on this island I tell you. Sadly the weekend isn’t all “Eyes Wide Shut” parties or big expensive dinners at fancy Michelin 3 star restaurants (well….check back after December 17th) and endless champagne brunches.

Don’t get me wrong, we aren’t sitting on the couch in our flannel PJ’s watching Lifetime movies eating frosting from the can. *Not that there is anything wrong with it mind you* The weekends are more relax, take it easy, get some ish done, spend time with our friends who we don’t see as much as we should, and in Momma’s case get a little studying done. Typically a Saturday goes like this;

  • Dry cleaning dropped off, run to a store that carries X that can’t be purchased via Amazon, Jet.com or the interweb.
  • Breakfast for me consists of a Salt Bagel with Bacon Cream Cheese (why do you think I take Lipitor) and watch all the dad’s pushing the strollers down the street so that their respective wives can take a break.
  • I am sure that I will make a trip to the Cigar Inn at least once during the weekend.
  • Errands for the Monkey Heads if needed (wash and cut with our favorite Willie Nelson music loving Russian Groomer)
  • Typically we try to go see/do something new in the city.
  • If we have a dinner or drinks planned with someone I am sure a nap may be needed. It is after all rude to yawn at the dinner table.
  • We make it a point to have either drinks or dinner with our friends to catch up. Like I have said many times before. It is different here in New York as compared to Memphis in that spontaneous get together’s are not as common here.

Sunday’s are typically a repeat of Saturday but with the exception of that we may do a little bit of Sunday Funday at a Dive Bar. This hasn’t been done in a while because we have been busy but there is always this weekend. A lot of this depends on Mrs. Trumpet’s studying and how many naps she got in on Saturday. Yeah I probably am going to get some crap for that comment but she doesn’t read this worthless dribble anyway.

So sorry to disappoint our readers but we kinda live boring lives. Well with the exception that we could visit a different bar each day of the week and never hit a repeat. That doesn’t suck at all.

IMG_1777It really doesn’t look like an island till you are on the water

IMG_1528My dress shirts and suits take a beating up here, I tell you!

IMG_1564I liked Marissa at first because she didn’t charge 300+ for a trim and wash. The Willie Nelson Fan is a bonus I tell you!

kitchenThere is nothing better than talking about ‘little people’ at the dinner table while eating white truffle risotto right Meg?

IMG_0881I could fill up an entire page of dive bar pics but I will only choose one. This one is one of my favorite joints.

IMG_0409No Katie, I won’t send you any Bagels, bring yo arse up here and get your own.

Have a good day. I am off to stand on line to watch them light up the tree in Rockefeller Plaza tonight. Look for me!

 

So Where Are You From? Oh and GFP!!!

I do it every friggin time. It is a force of habit that I do when trying to establish a “common ground” with someone new. When I ask the question I sound like Kent “Flounder” Dorfman from “Animal House” when he asks the guys playing cards if they were playing cards. What question I ask you wonder; “So where are you from?” That isn’t so bad but here is the deal, I have no fucking idea where anything is up here or even which state it is located in! “So you live in Canarsie?” Hell, I don’t know if that is in New York, New Jersey or Connecticut. Wait, where the Feck is Connecticut?  How the hell do I get there? I realize that you are probably laughing but seriously, if it isn’t in the borough of Manhattan, it might as well be next to Senatobia Mississippi because I have not a clue. Yet, I keep asking and look like a dumbass.

hqdefaultFor those of you wondering who I am talking about, that fat dude wearing the tie is Kent Dorfman, he is a legacy from Harrisburg!

Thankfully all that came to a screeching halt back when we did that fancy dinner at Per Se back in December. I was seated next to fellow nugget stalker MC and, like a dumbass, I asked her where she lived. MC looked at me and said that she lived in Long Island City over in Queens. I am thinking to myself “Hell, I know where that is, that is where we took the U-Haul truck back in August. By the way – Shout out to Mrs. Trumpet and I for living on this rock for 11 months.

Back to the story, so MC sends us an email a couple of weeks back inviting us to her joint in Long Island City to view the Fourth of July fireworks from her apartment. I tell her that we would be thrilled and because I was raised in the south, I inquire if Mrs. Trumpet can make anything for the party. “Just show up” was her comment and she sent us directions on how to get to her place. So Monday afternoon we head over to catch the train to Grand Central where we have to catch the 7 train but rather than heading west we head east to Queens. MC’s work joint is exactly one train stop on the 7 line and a short walk to the Vernon street station.

We got over to Queens a tad early on Monday and find a local watering hole to have a couple beers and wait for Mrs. Murphrank. You see Mr. 3 First names was in Cali for ‘work’ so JAM was flying solo. We collectively walk to the address and I notice that we are really getting close to the East River. We walk into her lobby and find out way to the elevator. We get off on the 9th floor and make our way towards the end of the hall. We ring the doorbell and MC greets us and naturally offers us a drink and tells us to make ourselves at home. I walk into the living room and guess who has a direct view of the East River and the United Nations!! MC’s joint is amazing!

We hang out and enjoy some food and drinks and when I say that the vantage point from MC’s apartment to watch the fireworks is top 5 trust me! We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and made our way home to grab some shut eye. Yeah, the fireworks lasted 25 minutes and were shot off of 5 barges and some 56,000 shells. I hear it was the biggest and best show NYC had ever seen, I can’t complain one bit. Now I won’t bore you a bunch of pictures of the fireworks, mainly because my cell-u-mar-foam battery crapped out but I assure you the view was KILLER! Thank you MC, Thank you, Thank you!!!

IMG_1626The boats in the Hudson had to keep their distance from the barges. I am glad we chose MC’s place rather than NONE of our friends who have a boat because it did spritz a tad before the show.

IMG_1623The View really bites you know? #extremesarcasm

IMG_1627When we do drive along FDR I see the Pepsi Sign and always wondered who lives in those high rises.

IMG_1624Oh look the FDNY boys are playing with their Fire Boat.

IMG_1630Like I said, the view was killer! Those barges are three of the 5 barges!

IMG_1629The  NYPD Navy was out in full force.

IMG_1631The Empire State Building put on a great light show as well.

IMG_1628What am I 9 years old? 2 days in a row squishing heads? Grow the F up!

 

Seriously, a huge shout out  to MC for the invite and it was nice meeting her boyfriend who has been away. We need to get together and not just for fancy Foodie Dinners either!

 

2015 > 2016 The Year in Review

New Year’s Eve and Day or as I like to think of them; hangovers, amateurs with vomit on their shoes and packed gyms at least till mid-February.  A time to reflect, a time to remember, and a time for some spoiled little shits who overshare on every social media outlet saying how bad 2015 was because they weren’t gifted with an accomplishment that they didn’t deserve. Ok, enough deep thoughts with Carbunkle Trumpet, let’s get onto the meat and potatoes of my traditional posts.

2015 was a great year both personally and professionally for the Trumpets. Sure, you are saying that the move to NYC was huge and a big part but we still had some great stuff happen this past year. Let’s roll back and try to recap some stuff that happened to us and to some friends of ours. *if I missed something I do apologize, I wrote this list on the subway the other day*

The Good from 2015

  • Decided that I would ‘work smarter, not harder’ and restructured some of my more demanding clients and had a very successful MIM with a new client.
  • Mrs. Trumpet must have called off her 4 year affair with her Anesthesiologist because she didn’t have any surgeries in 2015 and we didn’t meet any medical insurance deductibles.  #screwyoucancer
  • The move to NYC for Mrs. Trumpet’s position as head bed pan washer
  • CBT acquired a great job with a great company here in NYC and am looking forward to a very successful 2016
  • Aunt Terry received his college degree and we are very proud of him for doing so
  • CBT’s little sister finally decided to quit living in sin and got hitched
  • 2nd place in Gravy for Italian Festival
  • Became a Godfather (no not the movie kind) to a friend of ours child. This is kind of scary as if something ever happens to JK or SM then ole CBT is up to bat. I do kid and am honored to do the gig.
  • Got to see the Pope, Saturday Night Live, Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, Damien Echols and a bunch of stuff that you read about in the papers.
  • Got to eat a bunch of killer joints and have food that normally I wouldn’t eat in a million years.
  • The Stork was a busy bird this year as we said hello to ARH, T-Rex, JL, CG, and a bunch of other children that I am sure I am forgetting.
  • Mrs. CBT circled the sun 50 times this year as well as some others. They celebrated in Key West and nobody got thrown in Jail.
  • We made a trip down to Mexico for Spring break this past March and got to watch the Lady killer realize that in Mexico they don’t necessarily speak English. Or that the food is 100% like On the Border or some other fast food chains.
  • Because of our move to NYC we were able to catch up, rekindle, and start some great friendships with our NYC friends.

Now with the Good come some bad

  • We said goodbye to friends who have gone but we know they are looking down on us and are happy. We will miss you Colin #screwyoucancer
  • With our move to NYC we had to leave behind some great friends and family. Here is to hoping that when we see them again it will be like we pick up from where we left it.
  • I am sure there are some other items that weren’t the greatest but I will end it here.

 

Fun Facts that we have encountered while living up here in NYC

  • 1113 and 17  – miles and hours driving from MEM to NYC
  • 1423 – pounds of clothes, art and kitchen stuff that we moved up to NYC
  • 0 – Miles driven in NYC by CBT and Mrs. CBT while living at Coleman Tower
  • 1000 +/- subway, train and bus rides taken by CBT while living in NYC
  • 29.4 pound lost by CBT by not eating fried and or fast food since living in NYC
  • 1M – number of F-Bombs heard while living here in NYC
  • 200 – number of F-Bombs that have come out of my mouth (really is bad when I do it in front of nuns)
  • 1.2 Total number of hours of college football seen since living here in NYC
  • 16 – Total games that the Giants and Jets are telecast here in NYC
  • 1.8 – number of boxes of cigars that CBT has smoked since living here in NYC. (that number is fairly low folks)
  • 153 out of 153 – Number of days CBT has worn black clothing. (hey I got to blend somehow)
  • 350 – Number of times someone has asked “What kind of an accent is that? Where the Feck you from kid?”
  • 0 – joints that I have found that carry everything that I need on a full shopping list up here. Seriously I went to 4 grocery store chains to find Black Eyed Peas for New Year’s Day
  • 0 – inches of snow that NYC has seen since the Trumpets moved to the Big Apple. LET’S KEEP IT THAT WAY!
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We are hoping that ARH is not taking after her daddy in the hair department.

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Little Sister got hitched!

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One of the greatest guys that I have ever shared a beer with.

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Again, what does this stupid sign mean?

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We may have eaten at a couple of cool joints this year. Per Sey Chance?

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All is right with the world, My Aunt Bette and the Trumpets are back together again!

Happy New Year and thanks for reading this worthless dribble of a blog.

What’s the name of the butter again?

Remember that post a while back when I said that this blog isn’t a food Blog when we dined at that French seafood joint? Well we did it again! No we didn’t dine at Le Bernardin, we went big balls and dined at Per Se. We were invited to dine with a group  of friends who had a standing reservation the last Saturday before Christmas and this year were celebrating their 8th year of doing so. For those of you scratching your head wondering what is Per Se, it is the top, it is the summit, it another 3 star Michelin rated restaurant owned by Thomas Keller. Keller owns a another famous joint over on the left coast called French Laundry, you may have heard about it. Still got nothing? Let me put it into words you can understand, after dining there last night, if the grim reaper, no not the skydiving guy from California, the actual angel of death were to come up and tap me on the shoulder, I am ok with that.

My fellow foodie who dresses up her cat told me that I had to be better in describing the dishes and I plan on scanning the menu and wine paring and sending to her but for me to describe the 11 courses we at last night? Forget about it! This place is insane for foodie fans, I mean they name the freaking butter! The butter is churned specifically for Per Se on a farm outside of New York and they have names for the cows for Christ sake!  Seriously, Per Se is one of the top 5 restaurants in the world and I am very appreciate of Mr. 3 First Names and his Lady Barrister friend for the invitation.

IMG_9972I am sure she is cussing me and putting on a different outfit for her cat right now.

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Good Looking Group! We had a blast!

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You got to love a joint that has their own Duck Press!

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Sober as New Orleans’s Supreme Court Judges

 

They say that one can measure your wealth by the number of great friends you have. Mrs. Trumpet and I are some rich SOB’s!

Thanks to DS, JAM and Tim for the invite and we hope to make the cut next year!