Okay, okay, I know I haven’t posted in nearly a year.  As one of my favorite quotes goes,

“Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.”

Don’t fret. I haven’t abandoned my MacCheesy-ness. I’m still tweeting, aren’t I? I’ve got some fun ideas in the works – now I just have to act on them.

Stay tuned.


It’s common knowledge that my memory is not the greatest. It’s not that I’m forgetful; I just happen to not remember some details in the story. I can’t recite movie lines, I can’t tell you what happened in season two of The Office, etc… harmless stuff, really.

But, luckily, there are some things I do remember better than others. Take S’MAC (Sarita’s Macaroni & Cheese) in New York City. I remember the trip fairly vividly – a rarity for me. It was January 2007. I was a junior in college home for winter break. A friend of mine posted on her Facebook page a link to a place that made only macaroni and cheese. My reaction went something a little like this:


Wait, have I died and gone to heaven?!!?!?!?!

Now, of course, I’m not sure the exact course of events from that point. All I know is that my dad and I decided to take a trip to New York City shortly thereafter. I grew up at the shore, outside of Atlantic City, so it wasn’t often that we ended up in NYC. It went without question that I would have to drag him to S’MAC while we were there.

And drag I did, from S. Jersey to 345 East 12th St. I remember it was a warm winter weekday, a Thursday perhaps. Women were walking around 2nd Ave with yoga mats in hand (hello East Village). We arrived right around opening at 11:00am. Several teachers from the school across the street were taking a break. Other than that, it wasn’t as packed as I have seen it now.

S’MAC is a typically small, NYC-type of place. The yellow and orange décor makes you feel like you are swimming alongside the noodles served in your cast-iron skillet. They serve four sizes: Nosh, Major Munch, Mongo and Partay! That day I ordered a Major Munch of the “All-American.”  The website describes it as, “Just the way you remember it as a kid! Nostalgia at its finest – a tasty blend of American & Cheddar cheeses.”

Nostalgia it was.

I sunk into my orange chair near the exposed brick wall and devoured the hot, cheesy, burnt breadcrumb topped goodness. I was truly living my version of “a kid in a candy store.”  I do believe the sky actually parted and rays of light shined down.

Unfortunately for us, however, my memory has forgotten my exact original thoughts. I do remember the excitement and happiness of the visit. My jealousy for Sarita & Caesar Ekya, the couple that owns S’MAC.  I know I thought, “Why can’t I be the one with a restaurant solely devoted to Mac and Cheese? After all, I’m its biggest fan!”

Well, maybe one day I will own my own version. Until then, I’ll just keep taking my friends. Let me know if you want to join!

The Deets on S’MAC:


Sarita’s Macaroni & Cheese (S’MAC)
345 East 12th Street, NY, NY 10003
(212) 358-7912

… My next post will be about my thoughts on the food and more recent experiences I have had at S’MAC with friends.

First things first, welcome to my debut blog post.

… Now, let’s get to the goods. The cheesy goods.

In Social Media, it is often said to listen first – well, typically read – and then contribute. That is exactly what I’ve been doing. It was only fitting that my first blog be about macaroni and cheese. My love affair with it, to be exact.

Love affair? Yes, love affair.

Most of my friends know about this already. They know that I will immediately order macaroni and cheese on a menu. They will join my excitement for any restaurant dedicated solely to the food (such as S’MAC, Macbar and Supermac in New York City). They follow my Twitter account (@MacCheesy) on the subject. They wait patiently for me to finish my lengthy conversations about it. Heck, they even give me the latest scoop.


Latest scoop = “Guy Fieri was on Z100 today [Elvis Duran Show] and they had an extensive conversation about macaroni and cheese.” (Thank you, @MagEGordon!)

Then, last night, it happened. A friend asked me this question: “Would you give up Mac and Cheese for Ryan Gosling?”

Whoa. Blindsided. That was a great question.

For those of you who don’t know, I’m currently on a mission to watch every one of his movies. Netflix queue is set. My favorite standby, sobbing chick flick is The Notebook. My friend, Dana, even has a picture with him. This was once her Facebook photo.

:: insert jealousy here ::

Of course, immediately after that question left my friend’s mouth, curiosity set in. What do I think my friends would say? I talk a big game with both Macaroni & Cheese and Ryan Gosling. Being the Social Media professional I am, I turned to my Facebook status.

In less than two minutes, the first response said it all: “never”

Never? Well, actually… I would. (A girl can dream. Can’t she?)

The likelihood of that happening though is slim. So, lucky for you, here comes a passion for the other love affair.