Sarah Lewitits (aka Ultretarrrd) and I ate approximately one hog trough of food last night, first at Friendhouse with personal DJ to the hip hop stars Dan Suh, and then at 24 Prince with Nancy Schuster of sweet motherfucker fame. This is totally going to sound like a Coke commercial advertisement planted item plug money for press type of thing but I have to just say how amazing the food was at 24 Prince. It’s Top Chef Nikki Cascone’s restaurant. Apparently I can only be friends with people who have appeared on Bravo.

After catching Christian’s dress on Kimberley Locke on last night’s American Idol, Sarah and I went to the back room of 24 Prince to watch the new Top Chef with Nikki and finally try some of her food, and it was awesome. Too bad we had just eaten full meals before Idol; we only had barely enough room to try the mac & cheese rolls appetizer and some desserts that Nancy foisted on us. Oh my god. Get thee to 24P and order the mac & cheese rolls. So good. They were like egg rolls filled with macaroni, served with a bowl of melted gouda and a bowl of sweet barbecue sauce. Amazing. And a peanut butter & jelly dessert thing with peanut butter ice cream, and hot zeppeles with ice cream and chocolate sauce. I exploded right there.

Also, the drinks were really good. I had a caramel apple cocktail that was super gay and amazing. Sarah saw caramel drizzles and mistakenly licked the outside of my martini glass because this glass, it has a flavr.

Then I came home, and as Kathy mentioned last night, she had indeed cracked that bottle of Southern Comfort and it was apparently peanut butter jelly time. I was like, “you have to work tomorrow!” and she was like “but no, I can drink down to the C!” Long story short is we’re both very tired today.

Some girl on the F today sat down across from me and glared at me non-stop for like ten minutes, and when I stared back and gave her the “what’s your problem” hands she rolled her eyes super big and it seemed like she thought I should have known who she was. I hope she’s on a Bravo show. I also hope she got off the train and the homeless guy who sings “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door” every single day knocked her onto the tracks with not a Wesley Autrey in sight.