After a night of a few too many Satan’s Circuses at The Library Bar and a sloppy cab-ride back to the hotel, I was in bed, loved but dehydrated, comfortable but doomed for the next morning. The inevitable hangover resulting from wine and whiskey and too much of both sent me dizzy across the room…
The other night my mom and I decided to have a much-needed girls’ night and, having heard good things about The Salty Pig near Back Bay Station, we decided to give it a go. Although it is technically one of what I think is way too many pig-parts-are-now-cool charcuterie and booze places, with a very…
One faithful night a few weeks back some friends and I stumbled out of The Kinsale and into this little place called Saus, a quaint hole-in-the-wall type eatery tucked into cobblestoned Union Street, near Faneuil Hall. The place dedicates itself to Belgian late-night drunk food – pommes frites and poutine, frikandel and Liege waffles. The…
Aspen took me by the shoulders and shook me hard. It woke me up. And it was honestly in Aspen, speeding down a particularly steep black diamond of Aspen Highlands and feeling my body naturally shift into perfect form (if only for a second or two) that I breathed out the poisonous last 2 months…
Like little Alice chasing after a White Rabbit who seems particularly pressed for time, I found myself last Thursday night falling down the fabled bunny hole. Some trains packed by rush-hour traffic, a short walk down a dark and abandoned Brooklyn street, through the doorstep of a grungy, junkyard-warehouse hipster haven with crackling noises and…
(Apologies for the quality of the photos, spontaneous iPhone use, blah blah…) Minetta’s Tavern. A swanky nouveau-speakeasy, reconstructed from a 1930’s neighborhood Italian resto and saloon. Black and white check tiles, crimson leather couches. Glossy fresh, while retaining its authentic antiquity, the walls pulsating with the still audible echoes of our cultural forefathers (Hemingway? E.E…
Break-ups are not all bad. The proof? Neta – the happy product of Chefs Nick Kim and Jimmy Lau separating from their significant others, Masa and Masa Bar, respectively, to open a more approachable but still very serious sushi joint in The Village. I recently went there (or was taken there, rather) and had a…
A man recently asked me what my top five favorite foods are, given that I absolutely had to choose. After breaking it down for him by cuisine, dish and ingredient, I realized that I had overlooked something that I actually eat a ton of and crave very strongly when it is for some reason not…
Back in the West, I am less of a Westerner than I was in the Orient. I’m surrounded by authentic and inexpensive trattorias and enotecas, by bakeries with crusty sourdough bread and housemade marmelade, and on almost every corner of every street there is a privately owned little cafe in which every single employee knows…
I’d heard many great things about Toro, Ken Oringer’s Barcelona-style tapas joint in the South End and, having already had a wonderful meal at Toro’s Italian sister enoteca, I decided the other night to try it out with a friend. It was finally the right time to do so, as this friend had recently gotten…
That Best Bite 