Caine Blog

I’ll have to finish Infinite Jest now.
No one ever wants to hear that one of their favorite writers has passed away; sure, I never knew David Foster Wallace, but his work remains exceptional, singular, inspirational.

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Crucial addendum: yesterday, for the first time since graduating college, I had a burrito from Chipotle.  It was so fucking good - so much better than the mediocre burritos I deal with on a near-daily basis - that I feel the need now to assert this chain’s superiority, to celebrate their innovations, and above all [...]

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It’s time again to discuss my favorite gut-busting subject.  I haven’t had any new burritos of late, but I returned to Taco Chulo, Yola’s, and Tacobite.  In brief:
Taco Chulo’s burritos are terrifying and massive.  I forget what I got but it was just way too much food, and I believe it contributed to nearly a [...]

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That’s the question I have every time I walk down Metropolitan Avenue, in Williamsburg. Why? Because the land under the BQE is like an untapped oil field, or if that’s a little too much for you, like a wind turbine that’s yet to be raised: pure potential.
Dead zones around expressways aren’t unprecedented in New York: [...]

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Bouley, the Tribeca pillbox/fancy restaurant, has a killer lunch menu - 6 courses for $48 and of course endless amuses bouches.  The best part, though, is the carpet.  Unlike in France, where cushy flooring seems mandatory for a three star grab, you don’t see too much carpet on restaurant floors around here.   This makes total [...]

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A great, underpopulated show, featuring a completely glammed out Emily Haines singing backup on a few songs with Tall Firs.  Haines has a great voice and is a totally arresting presence, and Tall Firs play wonderfully atmospheric rock - kinda like a more accessible Six Organs of Admittance - even if they can’t sing to [...]

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Also: Was Sarah Palin’s speech actually good?  I suppose cliches come standard with this sort of thing, so I won’t fault her those too much (although she would have done well to space them out), but her delivery was stilted and because of this the applause came at all the wrong times.  Also, the speech [...]

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There was a period - maybe in high school, or freshman year of college? - when I listened to a lot of Casiotone for the Painfully Alone.  Perhaps you know the act.  “They” are really one guy, Owen Ashworth, who sings depressing songs about youthful indulgence, deflated post-collegiate dreams, and lost love, set to the [...]

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