Live From New York

Aight, peeps, yo' homeboy freshstuff gourmet kicking it up to ya live here from da big appilio, NYC style fo' realz.But seriously.Hello! I am here typing to you from the Starbucks on 27th and 6th because my apartment is still internetless. This Starbucks wireless costs $6 an hour, not a terrible price, but not cheap either so let's make this fast. My move went smoothly, there was nary a peep from Lolita on the plane. My apartment is beautiful: I hadn't seen it because my parents picked it out, so I opened the door with some trepidation. Alas, it's a great space with a great view. There's even a cafe next door where I had a kickin' chocolate croissant the other day for breakfast. And the Subway is only three blocks away.I am loving it here. The energy is infectious and I find myself wandering gleefully all over town: I walked yesterday from Chelsea to Union Square to NYU to SoHo to Greenwich Village and then hopped a train uptown and grabbed a student rush ticket ($26, 6th row orchestra) for "Caroline, Or Change" which was truly wonderful. Last night for dinner, Lisa and I ate in the Village and Michael Musto (one of my heroes) was three tables over. [Our waitress was comically inept: she took forever getting our food out, and when we finally asked for the check she gave us a blank stare and asked, "What did you guys have?"]Today, Dana and I ate at Bubby's in TriBeCa (which, I learned, means Triangle Below Canal) and we each had a goat cheese omelette. I've been fighting something of a weird throat ailment with contraband antibiotics and today I'm starting to feel better. Internet should arrive in my apartment Wednesday between 2 and 5. Furniture should arrive Friday (God-willing). And the family arrives Thursday night for a weekend of gluttony, which you'll hear all about. So get ready kids... your favorite Gourmet is getting New-Yorkified. Fo' realz! [More Wednesday.]