Shit. I’ve been a Leopard hermit for a month, and that is not okay. In my defense, I am finally employed, and my pre-shambled life has finally started to sort itself out–more or less. Don’t get crazy, not too sorted.
Garlic gone HAM, so don’t bring a date (unless you’ve been married for 5 years and dragon breath has become a viable practice).
If you’re ordering a behind-the-glass-case sandwich, you’re doing life wrong. You’ve failed at maximizing the full coffee shop sandwich potential.I feel it is my duty as a caffeine-doting citizen to show you the way. Please redeem yourself accordingly.
If you’re not a part of the ‘Nolitan’ tribe, it’s likely you have not encountered Tartinery. Mark this place for your next brunch outing if you don’t feel like waiting an hour at Egg Shop or Two Hands–you won’t regret it.
Run to Santina immediately and chug the coconut iced coffee while slowly inhaling everything else that comes on the beautiful hand painted plates you kind of really want to stash in your purse.
Except this is more like a yacht (because it’s that sexy)–minus the bikini clad beachgoers sipping sangria and noshing on freshly caught branzino in Santorini. Instead, this is the kitchen sink of innovative cheap dinners, and I promise I will learn how to take better pictures one day.
You don’t want to interact with me before my first shot of espresso. Ever. (FYI, I don’t want to interact with you either.)
There is a never-ending list of tasks and micro-challenges I’ve always wanted to accomplish. Things I keep throwing on the back burner. Step #1: Baking a galette. I finally did it. This is what went down:
Committing to a restaurant choice sometimes feels like a marriage. Either shit hits the fan and the food is terrible, the service is disastrous and you feel like you’ve been cheated and robbed of calories that could’ve been put to better use or…
Even though you became an overkill of an Instagram phenomenon (guilty) and the synonym of basic, I have a really hard time resisting your smooth consistency embellished with accessories like eggs, sea salt, red pepper flakes, and life in general. That thick ass bread–the end.