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.
For those instances where planning brunch is as stressful as studying for the SAT’s…you should probably just go to Hundred Acres. This may just look like an ordinary farro salad but…it ain’t.
-sh anything I start. Except for my Honeycup Uniquely Sharp Stone Ground Spicy Mustard (it changes lives. And eggs.) and this Chocolove Orange Peel Dark Chocolate bar. Okay, and like seven fresh ginger beer crafted cocktails with bottom shelf bourbon because somehow, Jim Beam, Bulleit and Makers all taste the same to me, so bring out whatever is lingering.
I typically don’t convey essay-like forms about a bag of chips, but I just felt like it, seeing that I became overly opinionated on a bumpy flight.
I fly JetBlue because of the sea salt popcorn and rice cake hybrid known as Popcorners. The 140-calorie shiny bag houses the perfect amount of crunch and sodium, so you feel dehydrated enough to chug a small water, while wishing you could guzzle a Moscow Mule instead. I don’t think that makes sense out loud, but it does in my head.
I fell in love with Pulqueria via its epic bomb.com throwback DJ who I notified would either have to marry me or dj at my wedding. I think he was unresponsive, but he was playing Donna Summers so I let it slide. Round one was filled with a spicy margarita tab, round two got down and dirty with some carbs.
Meet homeboy on the left, a beautiful kumquat smash. Bourbon, kumquats, brandied cherries, ginger beer and lemon–which was definitely better than Yael’s southern mule on the right. Anyway, enter Vic’s, where you can get half portions of ridiculously epic pasta for $11. I know.