June 3rd had been marked in my calendar for quite some time, from the moment I got home from Graffiato’s May Industry Takeover Night, where Kyle Bailey and Tiffany MacIsaac fed hungry masses of zombies cleverly disguised as food enthusiasts. This time around it would be a Boston kidguydude at the helm, namely Jamie Bissonnette…
Decked out in our Sunday best, my friend’s family and I strolled over one Sunday morning to “the Surf,” a golf and beach club in North Myrtle Beach which hosts a great weekend brunch. Before hitting the buffet, my friend’s uncle (let’s call him “Uncle”) sensed that I was here not just to engorge myself…
There are some food pictures on my computer which I refer back to frequently. I open them, drool over them for a few minutes, seriously contemplate setting them as my desktop background, my cover photo, my Linkedin profile picture, finally decide against this and hesitantly close them. Yeah, sure, some of them are of luxury…
After quite an intense outing to the mall, my friend and I agreed to treat our famished bodies and tired credit cards with something that would give both a break. I had been told throughout the trip that Bojangle’s would be a good representation of Southern fast food and my friend brought it up as…
It’s true what they say, Georgetown is indeed a picturesque little place. Strolling down some of the cobblestone-paved and quiet residential avenues, tucked away from the more bustling M Street, one feels as though one were strutting straight through a watercolor painting. Lots of neat bars and restaurants pull in both tourists and locals seeking…
Back when I was living the good life in Hong Kong, I had a great little dinner at Nobu at the InterContinental, which I now realize that I wrote briefly about but never published an article on. Back then I was busy working on writing articles for the wine blog, and every once in a while the…
And he answered it. The course of a life is dotted with many mysteries, with certain events concurring in ways that makes one question the existence of coincidences. Back in November when I was visiting my parents in Boston, turkey and stuffing on my mind, my mom got tickets to see Anthony Bourdain present –…
A while back I convinced a few friends to join me at the Hungarian Sausage Festival, thrown by the Hungarian American Federation inside of some Ukrainian Orthodox church out in Silver Spring. It was $15 just to get in, which was a bit of a rip off, especially considering how many free festivals happen around…
Last Sunday found my roommate and I wobbling around Columbia Heights at 3 in the afternoon, looking for Mother’s Day brunch scraps to indulge in. It was relatively nice out and we were both clad in sunglasses and sundresses without cardigans, a bit too ambitious considering it was still only in the 60’s. Nevertheless, we…
Whenever I’m new to a city, some of my first meals there tend to be delivery. I’m not really sure that is, though I suspect it has something to do with being too overwhelmed by the unknown to want to venture out of my newly decorated room, too lonely because of the initial lack of friends…
That Best Bite 