I have a problem. (Okay, several.) But every time I am in the presence of serious, life-changing food, I mumble the words, “Omg. This is literally the best thing I’ve ever had.” And because I have said this in vain so many times, at such diverse dining experiences, I cannot recall any.
Note: this is not an edible post (for a change). Recently, Warby Parker (the reason I now wave to the right people and read street signs) launched a few different collections for the current and upcoming seasons. With new styles in both the sunglasses and eyeglasses departments, this $95 investment is probably the only one your face will need until…further notice/your mascara runs out.
Just wanted you to meet the Honey Mule from Bardot. Next time you’re at this Miami lounge and decide to resort to your lame calling (vodka soda, or anything of that nature), go for a little splurge and order this instead. It’s their version of a moscow mule, with a nice touch of honey, and unfortunately is served in a glass cup instead of a copper one.
Just because this East Village speakeasy mixology mecca has somewhat of a secretive vibe (located behind Crif Dogs, no visible name outside, must phone in via the red phone in the telephone booth kind of thing), that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t share details! Hello…the point of the Leopard. The last time I attempted to grab a drink at Please Don’t Tell, the wait was three hours.
So, among my list of never-ending meals to inhale before I find a more sustainable hobby, was Barbuto. I have heard nothing but gospel-like praise about Jonathan Waxman, his chicken dish and his epic Italian fare. And though I don’t gravitate towards eating the bird, I did consume an epic fellow fish, and some pasta mooching of course.