Thursday, March 29, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
SOMETIMES, BUT NOT ALWAYS, YOU GET TO EXPERIENCE SOMETHING THAT MAKES YOU REMEMBER WHY YOU DO WHAT YOU DO - WHY YOU LOVE DOING WHAT YOU ONCE WANTED TO DO. AND SOMETIMES, BUT NOT ALWAYS, THAT EXPERIENCE VISIBLY CHANGES YOU AND PROPELS YOU FURTHER INTO YOUR PASSION. AND SOMETIMES, BUT NOT ALWAYS, YOU'LL MISS THAT EXPERIENCE SO MUCH THAT IT HURTS AND THE EXPERIENCE WILL SEEM SO DISTANT THAT YOU DON'T THINK YOU CAN EVER GET THAT BACK AGAIN. BUT THEN SOMETIMES, BUT NOT ALWAYS, THAT PROJECT, THAT EXPERIENCE BECOMES SOMETHING OF ITS OWN AND YOU GET TO RELIVE IT - EVEN IF FOR JUST 89 MINUTES.
I USED TO BE DARKER
I USED TO BE DARKER
at 6:48 PM
Monday, February 20, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
I HARDLY EVER IMPULSE SHOP/BUY. I AM IRONICALLY (because of my last name) CURSED WITH BUYER'S REGRET.
I BOUGHT THE ABOVE WATCH ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES AGO. THE REMORSE HASN'T SET IN YET BUT I'M HOPING BASED ON THE SUCCESS OF MY LAST NEON ACCESSORY ACQUISITION (see below), THIS WATCH WILL ALSO PAY FOR ITSELF IN COMPLIMENTS.
at 10:53 PM
Monday, January 16, 2012
I didn't make it to opening day of the new Nolita restaurant, JACK'S WIFE FREDA, but I did have a glorious dining experience on its first open Sunday.
I was meeting a friend at the cafe/restaurant, opened by former Keith McNally (Balthazar, Pastis, Schiller's, etc.) employees (couple Dean and Maya Jankelowitz), and was a tad early. As I walked in I was greeted like an old friend, forcing me to question if I actually knew this dapper, energetic man who was welcoming me with (literally) open arms. He offered me the end of a long, communal wooden table or suggested I wait for one of the smaller, double tables to open up. I optioned for the latter, to which he jovially suggested I head over to the bar for a nice coffee. Sure! Why not? After all, they do serve Stumptown coffee! (Disclaimer: I'm not a coffee drinker in any way, shape, or form and I love a Stumptown latte.) I was wooed me into loving JACK'S before my meal had even begun - though maybe that was the work of the exquisitely charming baristas/bartenders. I tried to perch as gracefully as possible on the small stool while balancing my cumbersome Barbour and shopping bags - I had to try and fit in with all the effortlessly chic and beautiful patrons of the new eatery. I was quickly put at ease though when a bartender exclaimed, "You're the first person to ever sit at the bar! On that stool!" I beamed with pride. What an honor. Those blonde women with their slinky Sunday sweaters had nothing on me now.
And then my lovely dining partner joined me. We waited for a cozy round table in the corner to open up and hunkered down. As we caught up and finished our lattes, we took a painfully long time choosing what we wanted to eat (okay, okay, I knew exactly what I wanted because I had been staring at the menu online for a week). She picked the Goat Cheese Baguette, and I had fallen smitten with the idea of the Green Shakshuka. It could have been a bit spicier, but we were both proud members of the Clean Plate Club, so there were really no complaints.
The warm vibes, provided by the low ceilings and peppy staff, left me in a great mood. A feeling I'd like to have seconds of - even if it means just going back for a great coffee and chat at the bar.
at 10:35 PM
Friday, January 13, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
at 5:53 PM