Return of Rev Rad

I know that there’s at least three loyal followers out there who have foretold of this day, pined after it, and only now find gratification. I’ve been of a mind to start the ole’ blog up again but have been too busy (lazy) to do so. I’m assuming that the casual banter for which this forum was known will come back easily, like riding a bike, or kegstands. Speaking of which, since the dominant taste of the rev-radicalness © that I threw your way in the past was Yankee flavor it seems only apt to give it another nudge now that I’m living in New York (being all scene and that).


On that note, I have a backlog of restaurants, skate shops, bars, and other cool spots in my repertoire that have been resigned to being written about in my SpongeBob Squarepants diary I keep under my pillow.

These days it’s always best to start where it ends so we’ll take a look at the classic weekend A.M. taco and coffee run. It’s become a minor institution on hungover mornings to throw on some semblance of an outfit and haul my ass on the subway to get an injection of hot, spicy, tortilla wrapped life, followed of course by the obligatory coffee and whatever smack-talk one can muster at that hour. I’ve been hearing rumours that the whole taco scene has really kicked off in Sydney since I moved away last year, which is excellent news. If you’re not even the slightest bit partial to high quality Mexican food you’re either in denial of a Frenchman still bitter about Cinco de Mayo.

Imagine, if you will, a small portion of lightly beer battered white fish covered in spices, cabbage slaw, and chipotle mayo served out of a mint condition VW Kombi. Complement that with a Carte Blanca cerveza and you may as well have had an evening of wheatgrass shots and yoga rather than the 6am touchdown you’re trying to chase away. And to even try to describe the Chorizo breakfast taco would exhaust my use of the thesaurus synonyms for ‘awesome’. The place, Tacombi (see what they did there). The location, Elizabeth between E Houston and Prince, do it! Om nom nom…

Following this, the decision making process leaves the satisfied stomach and makes its way upstairs with the thought “I should still be in bed”, and that’s usually a solid point, but luckily you don’t have to walk too far to snag a quality coffee. I won’t harp on about it, but Saturdays (as I’ve mentioned before) has one of the nicest brews in the land, not that they enjoy making coffee but it’s there for those that ask, and there’s many that do.

And that, my interwebs friends, is how one should respectable wake up in SoHo. Stay tuned for more musings as I get my interweb back on.

Here’s some music for the wander.


Nas - Nasty from Street Injection on Vimeo.

Bikini Sartorialist

Is it just me or is the string back bikini the hottest thing on a girl at the beach?! In saying this there are several pre-determined conditions:

A) The girl must be tanned, I cannot stress this enough. For importance of tanning consult my good friend at Six Foot 9 and Alen at A Lense Diary (excuse his radical 80's name). Both of these knowlegable fellas may as well be the honarary Deans of Tan University (TANU) for their contributions to the cause, if such a position or university existed (it would probably be located at Mid Curl Curl car park). Their motto is 'Tan or Die', or 'Tan and Die', one of the two, I'm not quite sure.

B) The girl must be a nugget (for more information on nuggets, go back in your mind to 1992, re-watch Encino Man, then we'll continue).
Pauses... looks at watch... [smirk] I KNOW RIGHT?! [high 5].
This attire is not complimentary on just any beachgoing lady. On many it may look like you're trying to cut clay with the protective plastic still on the outside. To be clear, must be a beach nug to start with. I cannot stress this enough.

C) These are not necessary but definately help; tiny bikini bottoms, surfboard under arm (may also be skateboard), killer attitude.



Any girls who fit the bill may leave their number below. I'm going to go cry now because I'm missing Sydney summer.

NB: Pic courtesy of Saturdays NYC