Earlier this year, my office moved from the East Village to Midtown. We were across from the Physical Graffiti building before, and are now across from a parking garage in case you’re wondering just how big this cool to uncool change has been. We’ve adjusted for the most part, but

I kind of hate The Food Network by virtue of an ex I lived with who made me suffer through countless homemade Italian meals from Giada, dozens of secret ingredients and frenzied kitchen helpers on “Iron Chef,” and clearly not enough cooking-for-dummies lessons courtesy of Rachael Ray since I still