Fun with cam, sad sad chelsea market

So, since the countdown to leaving has dwindled to a month and counting, I thought I should try to fit in all those places I’ve been meaning to go to (and test out my new mini cam). For awhile now, I’ve had my eye on chelsea market, but I was wary of it too. Who knows, maybe rachael ray would jump out from behind amy’s bread and hit me with a bottle of evoo, maybe my interest would backfire and I’ll be spurned (yep, it’s the latter).  Still, I took the risk and decided to enter the dark dungeon of the food network.

Besides the faux (or is it not faux?) industrial setting, the market was firmly on the eh side of the scale. A few shops, couple eateries, a handful of bakeries, all along a couple hallways. In fact, I was so beaten down by the drabness of it all, that I submitted myself to this nine dollar panini, which I could’ve gotten at joe schmoe deli. Really, I walked all the way from union square for this? that’s like, four whole avenues.

My pictures are lousy, but it’s not mini-cam’s fault. I just didn’t feel right snapping pics in there with all of the tourists; maybe I needed a sign that said, “No really, I’m from here, honest.”

To make myself feel better, I bought a cannoli and a jam cookie from Carlo’s in Hoboken. Both were pretty good, but I’m hoping that my next trip in la ciudad will turn out better.

oh and I forgot to mention in my last post; my parents went into a videostore to rent more of their hong kong shows while in flushing, and I was standing around, trying to pretent that I could read the titles, when cole says, “oh, that’s some asian porn hanging” and she was right, all along the ceiling were these little covers of various types of asian porn. It was more than a little strange. I wonder if communist porn is going to be all up in our faces when we get over there…