You Are What You Eat, Dan Barasch

Name: Dan Barasch

Occupation: Fluffer. For the Man. [Hey muffin, this isn't friendster, you know.  I'll let it slide today because I'm too busy/lazy to pester you.  --Ed.]

Borough: Brooklyn

What did you eat today? 

Large coffee, buttered bialy, baked chicken cutlet with artichoke-mustard remoulade and arugula on foccacia, Italian vegetable soup, couscous with pine nuts, a big-ass homemade juicy burger filled with bleu cheese and onions, and a spinach-radish-carrot salad tossed in olive oil and balsamic.

What do you never eat?

Canned tuna. Any of that skanky mayonnaised crap sold under sweaty deli counters (macaroni salad, potato salad, chicken salad, barforama salad).

Complete this sentence: In my refrigerator, you can always find:

Crumbly cheese, spinach, and Chinese chili-garlic sauce (the one with the rooster on the front).

What is your favorite kitchen item?

Vegetable peeler. Or, anything involving quickly moving and dangerously sharp metal pieces—which most likely I don’t know how to use without hurting myself and others.

Where do you eat out most frequently? 

Dumont and Fada in Williamsburg.

World ends tomorrow. What would you like for your last meal?

A five courser at Gramercy Tavern, involving a bit too much pork belly, and way too much sparkling wine. Cheers, dahling.

Happy Birthday, dahling!