After checking out Degas’ mono-prints at MoMA, Kim and I head to the Lower East for a reservation at Degustation. It’s been a heavy week. Any...
I went to The NoMad back when I started this blog and felt totally out of place. By now I’ve been there four times and it...
I can’t hide the lust in my heart for Empellon Al Pastor. I’ve had a bone in my pocket for Chef Alex Stupak’s latest venture since watching his...
I had vague memories of passing Indochine on my way back and forth to Tower Records back in the day. So I relied on sense memory...
If there’s one take-away from this review it’s that you should stop reading now and make a reservation at Xixa regardless of any of my criticisms. You’ll...
Everyone and their mother will tell you to go to Joe’s Stone Crab, an institution in Miami since 1913. There’s nothing wrong with tourist spots. Many...
Was it a coincidence that I found myself in a French restaurant the day after the tragedy in Paris? Probably not. I’d been to Paris a...
I’m out of control. I know it. I’m on a bread-a-thon. A cavalcade of carbohydrates. I’m puffing up like a blowfish. It’s that time again. No,...
When I heard Pok Pok started taking reservations, I made one immediately. No way I’m hauling my ass to Red Hook just to wait on a long...
I sifted through recent Eater Heatmaps in Brooklyn for something new and interesting. Sent Alex a few options and she texted back “Let’s go to Bricolage and hit that shit...
