I’ve made it something of a regular occurrence to post anniversary checkins every year at August 15, but this year, my fourth anniversary as a New Yorker came and went. Rather than a long winded essay—as is my wont—I thought it’d be appropriate to post some lessons I’ve learned so far. (Hashtag basic, amirite?) I postedContinue reading “16 Lessons I’ve Learned After 4 Years in New York”
Some times, you want to wander through Brooklyn on a gorgeous spring Sunday, call up one of your favorite people and share a bottle of wine at the hot neighborhood wine bar. All this before heading to said friend’s place to gorge on a large pizza and scream-chew through Game of Thrones. It’s all good,Continue reading “Message in a Bottle: “Dude, It’s Rosé Season””
A few weeks ago, on one of those fall Sundays that slap you in the face with fire-y leaves and clear skies, Ian took me on an adventure through the Upper West Side. Stately brownstones and single-family homes lined the shaded, narrow streets, while the sun peeked through the canopy of trees and cast an emerald-filtered shadow overContinue reading “Brooklyn Victory Garden: All of the Cheese, Please”
By the time I got off the L in Bushwick this evening, the sky—which had threatened rain all day—released its wet freight. Underground a mere minutes before I butted heads with meteorology, I had already decided to take the long route home, if only to be outside for a short while. I even wanted to goContinue reading “Rainy Autumn Playlist: Color | Drain”
“Anyone here know Bethesda Fountain?” Phil asks the gathered group of men (and one woman). “The statue is known as the Angel of the Waters, and its sculptor happens to be our first lesbian artist on the tour.”
“I like bars just after they open for the evening. When the air inside is still cool and clean and everything is shiny and the barkeep is giving himself that last look in the mirror to see if his tie is straight and his hair is smooth. I like the neat bottles on the barContinue reading “Mixing It Up: Bartending”
I’m one of those unlucky souls with only one day off a week. When not in Westchester, commuting, writing or bartending, I don’t usually have the luxury of taking time for myself to, ya know, do stuff. This isn’t to say I find it impossible, just exceedingly difficult. Surprisingly, between an upcoming work conference andContinue reading “Brunching in Fort Greene, Brooklyn”
Before moving to NYC, I watched Devil Wears Prada and Ugly Betty. I was plucky as fuck, pluckier than those underdogs combined. I thought I’d be fine.
Real talk: there is a dearth of great Mexican food in New York City. Thank god for Taqueria Izucar. It’s like finding Shangri La, but for your mouth.
Beny’s Delice, Clinton Hill, Brooklyn. Saturday Feb. 15, 3:00 PM Goat cheese and tomato quiche Mixed berry custard tart Black coffee, 1 Raw Sugar Pinot Grigio