Cosme--Manhattan

(212) 913-9659

Have been here a few times as we knew a manager.  Obviously, this place's claim to fame is that Obama ate there once, which is unfortunate because it's claim to fame should be "We serve ants."  Crunchy, spindly little ants.

I'm getting ahead of myself, went here to celebrate the 49th birthday of an old friend.  Not old in a pejorative sense, as some of my younger fans might consider 49 to be old, but rather I've known him a long time.

Any who, we sat at the bar, drank, and ordered a million thing as my second wife is apt to do.  So here's an Iconman list that tells you very little:

Guacamole.  Spot on as it should be at this place
Fluke.  No comment, which means it wasn't great or horrible.
Chair.  Spicy as shit
Tamale.  Weird but okay.
Tortilla herb do hickeys and fish and spicy mayo. Crunchy scales, not bad but not filling
Porkchop with ants.  I'm dubious.
Dessert--Angel Shit.  That's from the 2nd wife.  She really liked this dessert.  I'm not sure what exactly what it was.

So they're doing some interesting stuff here, but it's definitely not a walk-out-uncomfortable-from eating-too-much dining experience.  Oh, and Obama was a no show.

Halifax, Canda

So I know what you're thinking.  Iconman, where have you been?  Whelp, glorious 8, I've been busy.  And I decided to go to Halifax, Canada.  And now you're thinking why the fuck would you go to Halifax Canada?  It's a great question beloved 8 and it's simple when you think about it.  A free trip.  Weed is legal.  And Halifax has a vibrant FB scene with a ton of young trim running around.  Not to mention the fucking ax throwing, eh?

Bicycle Thief:  We went here on a hot day, with the circus in town.  It was a god-damned factory.  The service was abysmal, and the food was fine except it was served by a hoser masquerading as a waitress.  Seriously, service was brutal, eh.

Steve-o-reno's:  Uh, we had coffee and breakfast sandwiches.  A lot of character, but I didn't shit myself.  Well I did, but it's cause of the coffee.

Compass Distillers:  Pre Kismit, cocktails.  Good, a little over the top for me, but they took it very seriously.  Try the Aquavit.

Bar Kismit--Fucking lights out.  We ordered the entire menu, the open face grilled cheese with dijon, the ravioli, man it all was spectacular.  We probably drank too much, and we definitely closed the place, but if there's one place to go in Halifax, this is the place...

Black Sheep:  Rolled in here so fucking mawga that food sounded abysmal, but their menu was a hungover person's wet dream.  Their bacon sucked--due to its Candadienness.

HighwayMan:  Ended up here after our first choice had a two hour wait.  Basically ordered the entire menu again, and drinks, so repeated the Bar Kismit strategy except the food was about four floors down.  The ham was exceptional, on a big-ass leg in the back.  I wouldn't say it was bad so I'll call it a decent value.


Overall Halifax was a good weekend.  I can't imagine living there without going completely mental, but not a bad jaunt if you're looking for something close, international, and easy.