After that blast of coffee, which I dutifully diluted with soy milk (as instructed) at O Cafe on Avenue of the Americas, Mr. He likes to go everywhere on that fold-up bike, which he hauls along with him on trips, and sometimes he does yoga and goes in-line skating.Buettner and I set forth on our quest at the aptly named Life Thyme market, where signs in the window trumpeted the wonders of wheatgrass. Instead, as he ambled through the market dropping herbs and vegetables into his basket, he insisted that our life-extending banquet would hinge on normal affordable items that almost anyone can pick up at the grocery store. But he generally believes that the high-impact exercise mania as practiced in the major cities of the United States winds up doing as much harm as good.“You can’t be pounding your joints with marathons and pumping iron,” he said.The purpose of our rendezvous was to see whether the insights of a longevity specialist like Mr.Buettner could be applied to the life of a food-obsessed writer in New York, a man whose occupational hazards happen to include chicken wings, cheeseburgers, martinis and marathon tasting menus.Buettner has developed a matter-of-fact disregard for gastro-trends of all stripes. “No,” he said.)So far, I was feeling pretty good about my chances of making it to 100. Buettner would throw me a dietary curveball (I noticed with vague concern that he was not putting any meat or cheese into his basket), but by this point I was already thinking about how fun it would be to meet my great-grandchildren. well, that’s about it.“That’s when I knew you’d be O. Although it is by no means a stealth vegan manifesto, “The Blue Zones Solution” frequently mentions that men and women in these longevity-friendly regions tend to eat meat and fish only sparingly, and they almost never tangle with cow’s milk. Buettner had leapt to the conclusion that I had probably had enough meat and cheese for the week already.At Life Thyme, he passed by refrigerated shelves full of vogue-ish juices in hues of green, orange and purple. ”“The glycemic index on that is as bad as Coke,” he went on, snatching a bottle of carrot juice to scan the label. People get suckered into thinking, ‘Oh, I’m drinking this juice.’ Skip the juicing. I love coffee, I’m not much of a juicer and I’ve never had a protein shake in my life. He was correct.“We’re making up for all your sins tonight,” he told me.Ruling Planet: Dan Buettner has a ruling planet of Mercury and has a ruling planet of Mercury and by astrological associations Wednesday is ruled by Mercury.
He’s now a fierce believer in Japanese yams, wild greens and milk thistle. During our afternoon and evening together, he joked that the paleo diet is fine if all you want is the life expectancy of a cave man. I can’t say for sure whether I felt longevity coursing through my veins, but there was a fair amount of alcohol.“The secret sauce is the right mix of friends,” Mr. And as each course arrived (the Icarian stew claiming its rich, flavor-deep place as an obvious showstopper), Mr.
Covering the world of gastronomy and mixology during the era of David Chang (career-defining dish: those Momofuku pork-belly buns) and April Bloomfield (career-defining dish: the lamb burger at the Breslin Bar and Dining Room) does not exactly feel like an enterprise that’s adding extra years to my life — or to my liver.