Sunday, March 30, 2014

ramen, please!

New York has so many restaurants, you never have to repeat, which means I almost never choose to repeat. However, there are a few places that I will absolutely choose to repeat on the regular. One of these places is Ganso


Ganso is a nice little ramen shop in an iffy part of downtown Brooklyn, offering a selection of Japanese fare, with ramen as the star.  Real ramen is not the mess you get for $1 as a college student. Proper ramen has vegetables, soft boiled egg, meat, and broth that has been labored over for hours. The end result is mind blowing. I went with my friend the Floridian. His car had just been officially declared stolen by the NYPD, so we decided to celebrate. 


One of the stupid, but fun things that I like there is that they have these sodas that rather than having caps, have marbles in them that are held sealed by the pressure from the carbonation. You have to use a little peg thing and whack it with your hand to open it. Then you get the nicest, light fruity soda!


We started with wings, which have the same crispiness as the wings that Americans know and love, but the sauce is very different. It is both sweet, salty and spicy, and VERY sticky.  Nothing to do with Buffalo. 


Floridan got the house ramen, with a soy sauce brother, pork belly, soft boiled egg, nori, and veggies. This is probably my favorite ramen at Ganso, and therefore the one I order most, but I opted to go for another this time...


I chose the Spicy Miso ramen, which consists of miso broth, pork belly, soft boiled egg, charred cabbage and other veggies. My ramen, because it was miso had a cloudy broth, but not offensively spicy. I really liked this, but it definitely would not be replacing the Ganso as my favorite. Just a good option for when you want a little bit of a change. 


Because we were celebrating, we got gelato, each choosing a flavor. The Floridian opted to stay with the Asian theme and got black sesame, and I went for one of my favorites, salted caramel. And oh man - I won. The black sesame was good, but next to salted caramel, nope. 


Wednesday, March 19, 2014

yet another mascara...

That mini set I got is like the gift that keeps giving!!

The next one I tried was Clinique High Impact Mascara, which IRL goes for $16, which is a totally decent price point. I actually think they could sell it for more. This actually is not a new mascara to me. It was the very first mascara that wasn't drug store that I got my grubby little mitts on when I was in 8th grade. My mom and my aunt swear by Clinique. They both have sensitive skin, and Clinique is pretty tame. Nothing funky in it, and is good quality. But back to 8th grade - Mummy being lovely, had bought whatever Clinique necessities that she required and got a small gift one and gave it to me. This was not the birth of the makeup monster (that happened at age 4...seriously, I got into stuff and was highly unpopular for my blue eyeshadow efforts - 80s! - and the mess I created.) and fell in love. But this moment. This was the moment that spawned snobbery. Drugstore. Ick!


The wand is a standard mascara wand, we've seen them all before. There is no special way to hold it, it is not a Christmas tree on steroids, or an hourglass on a stick. It is normal. And thank god for that. I finally did not have to worry about early morning eye stabbings.


no eyeliner - crappy lighting (sorry!)

I actually quite like this mascara. It's buildable, and well pigmented. It separates well and volumizes. It is also ophthalmologist tested and approved for contact wearers, so a big thumbs up in that regard!


 with eyeliner

It's one negative is that after a long day, it does flake, but that really isn't that awful.

But why is this not my holy grail mascara? It is really nice, but for me it just doesn't do quite enough. That being said, this did take me back down memory lane, and I probably will consider buying it again for those days when I don't need to look like I'm wearing a full set of falsies, because honestly, I need to realize I'm not a drag queen. BUT THAT TIME IS NOT NOW!! In maybe five years, this will definitely be my go to holy grail love.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

I'm back!

I'm finally done with my real world obligations and had some time to recouperate. I'm a real person with time to spare! That means time to blog!

Despite my absence, I have still been buying and trying out make up. And this one, I did NOT like.


Last fall, raspberry was named as the color to wear on your face. And I have to say, I was, and still am fully for this shade. I originally wanted to get my hands on the Guerlain offering, but it sold out and I was left to choose from other brands. I opted for Bite Beauty's High Pigment Pencil in Quince. I admit I was apprehensive. This is a brand I knew nothing about. But I HAD to have my raspberry color so I threw down the $24 and went home to try my purchase.


Bite Beauty boasts a lot about the natural ingredients with antioxidant properties that make their lipsticks special. Every lip product contains resveratrol (which I guess is an antioxidant in wine??to soothe, moisturizer and provide some anti-ageing benefits...maybe?? To be honest, I think that the anti-ageing talk is hype, but the moisturizing quality is too notch. This stuff is much better than any treatment or Chapstick out there, but you have to be okay with rockin' a very defined mouth, as all of the colors are very, very pigmented.


god awful smeary mess with feathering

And that's where my praise for this mess ends. I have never worn a lip product that left me so self conscious. Why? Well all that moisture = slippery, and slippery = migration. I am no youngblood, but I'm definitely NOT part of the "mature ladies" category. But this lip pencil junk sure thought I was and it feathers. It feathers like it is it's job. Not a little. A LOT. Like, walked into the bathroom, saw myself, and cursed the fact that I work with predominetly men who either don't notice these things, or are too scared to say "hey you look like a crazy subway station lady." To make it even better, I have what one friend delicately described as "an expressive face." You know what that means in the world of smeary lipstick? A bright pink line halfway between my chin and bottom lip. Sexy.

I had lost my receipt, packaging, and my bag had pretty much destroyed the tube (it used to be rubberized matte and now it isn't and went through a lovely booger phase to get to what it is now.). So, returning was not an option. Thankfully, I had some Back to Mac stuff, and in that little excursion, I bought a lip primer, which, with a liner mostly keeps this stuff in place, but only enough to keep me fr throwing a fit and throwing it away. 

Thankfully, it's almost gone, and I WILL NOT be repurchasing. I'll try to get the Guerlain one like I originally wanted. But the color is nice. And I wore it a lot to combat chapped lips from my overly intense radiator (seriously, it's like living in Dante's Inferno, but Brooklyn.).