As a born and bred New Yorker, I can confidently say that I have a strong understanding of the dining scene in New York City. I have acquired a balanced palate that can appreciate both fine dining establishments as well as rustic and simple cafes and dives that pepper the boroughs. This is an evolving list that will continue to expand exponentially as I continue my ever-growing appreciation of the New York City restaurant scene. Not everything listed is super “crunchy” and healthy; as I do enjoy dining out, even if it does not have health and wellness in mind.
Read moreThis is What My Weekend Tasted Like- I Love New York
Just when it looked like we were headed for a frosty weekend, it turned out to be a few picture perfect fall days. I frolicked about in my hood with my four legged friend, took in some culture at the Met, was inspired and enlightened at a workshop, and checked out a new food hall in the Meatpacking district. This is what my weekend tasted like.
Read moreThis Is What My Weekend Tasted Like- So Scary
Despite the strong urge to hibernate this weekend due to the wet and frigid weather, I rallied and spent the weekend bundled up and belly full, this is what my weekend tasted like.
Read morethis is what my weekend tasted like- autumn edit
This past weekend was filled with fall foliage filled frolics, epics meals, and the best of company. This is what my weekend tasted like.
Read moreThis is What My Weekend Tasted Like: Silent City Slicker Edition
There is something to be said for the tranquility that cloaks the city during the last month of summer. Some may feel like “the leftovers”- left behind while the “others” leave in droves, a mass exodus to the various summer retreats. I typically find solace and comfort in the quiet and serenity of it all. It’s the feeling that somehow you are in on a little secret - that the city, which at times succumbs to lunacy and haste, has a softer and more mellow side. It is during the fleeting month that I find myself sauntering into a typically packed and popular restaurant at 8 p.m. on a Saturday night or get lost among the townhouses of the West Village without the droves of tourists trailing at my heels.
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