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The Cure for What Ails You: Sangria
The mercury is rising. The street-smells are ripening (ew!). You take three showers a day just to feel normal. Hooray for summer in the city! I don’t know about you, but the only thing keeping me sane is knowing there’s a pitcher of sangria waiting in the fridge. For, you know, emergencies…
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Juneau’s Local Royalty
It can never be said that Juneau is easy to reach. The only US state capital with no road access, it can only be accessed by air and plane, according to Welcometoalaska.com. In this isolated seaside town, I never expected to come across–in my opinion–the best chowder, hands down. Like, seriously.
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Copenhagen + Halos
I was lucky: my hotel room faced southeast. I felt the sun (when there were no clouds) peek through the gossamer curtains, waking me up with a soft orange kiss. I always woke around dawn. Good, because I had work to do; terrible, because I had work to do. After a quick shower, I slipped…
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Pomp + Circumstance: Another Rosé from Provence
Another day, another rosé from Provence. Truth be told, I think I stumbled upon my first gateway-wine with my last tasting. I was lucky enough to taste this beauty (Pomponette) at work and were it not for its small production/limited supply, I’d daresay I found my vino for the summer. Think about your perfect day. The smells, the…
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Move Along, Spring: Pouring Triennes Rosé, Just Cuz
Ok, so it’s raining outside. Whatever. The calendar says March 20, which in my head translates to “see ya, Father Winter.” In celebration, I’m pouring me some rosé. Now look, I’m a man with working manparts and I just don’t understand what everyone’s deal is with us masculine-types drinking the blush. It’s good. It’s refreshing.…
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In Which I Decide to go for a Run
Today, I went on a run through Brooklyn. Don’t laugh; I’m actually not the tubby, bed-ridden troll my food and wine posts will have you believe. Now, this post is more a thinky, “I have feelings about something” post, mostly about my move to this city. So there I was, halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge…
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Whitney + Wine: How Will I Mourn?
What were you doing when Whitney Houston passed over the weekend? I, like everyone else, bumped the shit out of her discography. And, naturally, did so over a bottle of vino. I’ve loved Whitney Houston since I was but a lad and I don’t think anything I write can properly express how much I’m going…
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Priests + Persimmons: Pairing a Spanish White with a Deadend Date
It’s few and far between that any wine leaves a bad taste in my mouth, especially when it’s something as delicious as this Can Feixes, from Spain. But when you get, you know, scorned or something by no less than *ahem* a priest, well, bad taste is all you have left. (Disclaimer: he was Episcopalian and…
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The Day I Considered Pulling an Art Heist
“The art at Art Series Hotels is not for stealing.” So begins a blog post from Art Series Hotel, before detailing that yes, there is one piece of art guests may attempt to steal: An authenticated Banksy. How’s that for a souvenir?
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Dining Out: M. Wells Diner
A good friend invited me along to dinner at M. Wells last Tuesday, my second day in New York. Because the diner (yes, diner) is slated to close at the end of the month, my friend thought it would be a good opportunity for me to experience it. And boy, did I ever. On the same day, M.…
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