It’s often been said, in profiles, conversations, and the like, that Andrew Ross Sorkin is the hardest working man in America, juggling several jobs at any given time. Up until now, the ones we knew about were 1) Dealbook editor 2) Squawk Box host and 3) author. Today we’ve learned of yet another title he holds: (self-described) Human Garbage Disposal. “If food is in front of me, I have to eat it,” Sorkin told Grub Street, while taking part in its “New York Diet” series, an accounting of one person’s food intake over a given week. From March 2 to March 7 we get to see ARS’s appetite in action, destroying everything in its wake. Yogurt (Fage peach), his children’s chicken nuggets, Chinese food, coffee ice-cream, tomato soup, mushroom soup, peanut butter brownies, turkey sandwiches, margaritas, Red Bull, oysters, Muscle Milk, pretzels, steak, salmon, Chirpin’ Chicken, sweet-potato fries– no one gets a free pass. It’s actually quite mesmerizing and more than a little impressive. And that’s just what he consumes for sustenance. Here’s what he goes weak in the knees over:
Anything that came out of a deep-fryer: “…we ended up at Five Points where I had two spicy margaritas and ruined [my] workout within in twenty minutes. I also had a spinach salad, rockfish, and a chocolate brioche bread pudding and apple crisp to die for. Give me anything baked or fried and … forget it.
Donuts, Glazed: “All is well in the world, until someone brings Dunkin’ Donuts to theTimes office. No will power around glazed doughnuts. I could eat a whole table of them. They’re classic and timeless, without being too sugary and complicated.”
Bread pudding, warning you now, he has no qualms about eating off the plate of a source: “In between MSNBC and the Times, I went to lunch with two venture capitalists at Michael’s. Their choice, not mine. I like it there because that’s how people know you haven’t died yet. Ate salmon with mustard and sorbet for dessert. Okay, the venture capitalists offered me some bread pudding, and I got all in on that, too.”
His Stacey’s Pita Chips. Dear god, do not get him started: “Now I really go off the rails at home. It starts with a glass of red wine and half a bag of Stacey Chips. Then I eat more, but with hummus. They’re the greatest chips in the history of all chips. When I was writing my book three years ago, I’d go to a bodega at eleven o’clock at night for a liter of Diet Coke, a couple beers, and my Stacey Chips.”