It took me all of one mimosa to convert into a brunch snob. There I was, the country mouse in the big city, a college girl venturing into the edgy,…
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First movement: The Salad. Slices of new potatoes lurked under the heirloom tomatoes and haricot verts, waiting to add the final timpani roll to the salad symphony. Dubbed a…
Can I beg you to close your eyes and give Udipi Cafe a try? I say close your eyes, but not because I have kids’ party games of pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey on…
This is a cool place. I mean cool. The type of place where I survey the other diners and feel itchy in my clothes because I’m not clad in well-worn…
Certain things are meant to come in pairs: “Burt + Ernie”, “almond butter + apricot jam”, “Fred + Ginger”, “Mazeroski + home run”, “goat cheese + my tummy”, to name…
Geraniums nodded in wrought iron window boxes. High heels tapped on cobblestones. Chocolate shavings curled atop decadent desserts. A gold-painted mime struck a pose and froze for ten, twenty, thirty,…