And like, really epic Thai food. Uncle Boons is your next destination for an ethnic inspired flavor bomb that will knock your bra off. Or your socks, or whatever. Before digging into the coconut sundae (shut up, I went on a 6:15 AM jog this morning), let’s talk green mango salad.
I imagine that if Flava Flave were reincarnated as a dish, it would be something at Bodega Negra. I was skeptical about ordering another quinoa salad at this point in my life, but NO.
Walks into Birdbath to window shop. Has a staring contest with the vegan scone; resists. Inquires about healthy options behind the counter; gets a sullen glance. Wins; proceeds with just an iced tea; knows better; thinks of Gisele. Flirts with the scone again; bats eyelashes, smirks.
Café Colette is my shit. From the outside garden (life goals, I want one) to the fish tacos, if you don’t go here, we cannot be friends. Or acquaintances. We just can’t be anything.
If I’m writing about something I cannot eat or drink, you better freaking take note. So once upon a time it was Sunday and I found this store called BEAM in Brooklyn, and the owner poured me a glass of chilled Pinot Grigio (it was out for all guests) and I never wanted to leave. Ever.
I’m not a soda person. I used to like iced tea. But then I met bourbon, so I went from Snapple to Bulleit real quick. There are few things I wouldn’t do for a fat iced almond milk latte or a gingery bourbon situation. Mulberry Project has never failed me…
Take a slab of baguette, toast it to your liking (or don’t), smother it with something spreadable, sprinkle it with a garnish. And boom, a crostini is born. If you’re feeling extra swanky, you can call it a tartine and just expand the circumference a bit. (That’s the extent of my math skills acquired over the years.)
I was a tour guide in my past life (still considering for future occupation). I also have no sense of direction, so merci Google Maps. I love crafting itineraries and leading the exploration. So far, I think I can be hired. And here’s to a quick London getaway for Memorial Day Weekend with my grandparents.