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Queens Taste

Posted on by Noah Lederman in I Ate What?, New York, Or Bust | 6 Comments

Queens Taste

I love the idea of tasting a borough. And of all of the boroughs to taste, Queens, the most ethnically diverse, sounds most delicious. (Tasting Queens also sounds the most regal and ribald, but that’s content for sites like delectablemonarchs.gov and diningwithdrag.org.)

 

Let me begin again: Queens Taste was a raw night. Some of the borough’s most wonderful offerings were served up in the Hall of Science. Read more

Monday Night Brewing: Beer, Babies, and Small Female Dogs

Posted on by Noah Lederman in Lost In Translation, Or Bust | 2 Comments

Monday Night BrewingWhen I was in college, Monday night was just an extension of the weekend. (So too were Tuesday through Thursday.) But when you strap on the tie and white-collar yourself to the corporate world, Funday Mondays go the way of keg stands and funnels. You just don’t do them any more. But down in Atlanta, in a much nicer setting than a frat house basement, a few friends set up a brewery called Monday Night Brewing and things still get corporately wild.

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Enter to Win Dinner for Two at Lolo’s Seafood Shack in NYC

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Lolo's Seafood Shack Harlem

Let me start by saying there is quite an incentive to visiting this post. You, dear reader, can win a dinner for two, with a $50 value, to Lolo’s Seafood Shack by entering the raffle right here.

 

Actually, you don’t even have to be a dear reader. You can skip over these words and just enter.

 

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One Hour in the Airport: A Nightclub Experience

Posted on by Noah Lederman in Lost In Translation, Or Bust | 2 Comments

One Hour in an AirportMost people whinge about the time they’re forced to wait in an airport terminal prior to boarding. But an airport terminal should be a more appreciated place. I would even argue a place where someone not flying would hope to spend some leisure time. Think about it, the airport terminal has all the trappings of a popular New York City club: security checkpoints, one of the few places in the world where people commit to buying a bottle of liquor, and a great place for star sightings. Additionally, the only time death tolls that aren’t mass murders are ever paid any attention to is when they happen in a nightclub with inadequate emergency exits or when a plane crashes (and the big ones always begin at airport terminals). Read more

Take Your Pants Off in St. Lucia

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Take Your Pants Off in St. Lucia if they are Army Pants“You need to take your pants off,” the customs official told my wife. He pointed down at Marissa’s spandex Lululemon camouflage yoga pants. He was indifferent to our infant daughter, who Marissa clutched in her arms. He completely ignored the husband who stood baffled by the command.

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