I usually accidentally overdose on peanut butter. I feel like it’s usually not an accident though. I’m investigating. I must confess that I added three hefty heapings on top, but it wasn’t photogenic so…it’s in my belly now. And it was some good shit from Trader Joe’s with chia and flax.
Yes, that would be another documented egg, avocado and smoked salmon ensemble, because the lord knows all things I consume must be chronicled.
Ugh, the #yolkporn.
-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 $11. I know.
Another place that wins at everything (food, ambiance, good looking people, the works…) is Beauty & Essex. If you don’t get the grilled cheese soup dumplings, you should probably just stay home with a microwavable meal and legs sprawled over the couch.
Sprint immediately to Saxon + Parole and inhale everything on the menu before heading to Madam Geneva next door for refreshing cocktails and a DJ that knows what’s good. Like Ashanti kind of good…
Head to the Brooklyn Museum A$AP Rocky because this exhibit is an absolute must. I’m going to be honest here, I don’t really get art. Yes, I was in complete awe when I saw Monet’s water lillies at L’Orangerie, but I’m equally as intrigued by the artful endeavor of a warm, crusty, half-baked Levain chocolate chip cookie. Okay, maybe not equal, but…actually, I don’t know.
The intake didn’t occur simultaneously (bourbon and dumplings), but come to think of it, a whiskey sour with veggie dumplings sounds kind of…not too shabby. FYI, the one from The Leadbelly changes lives. I’m convinced it’s my weekly dosage of anti-inflammatory, cold-fighting remedies–ginger. Anyways, life had come to the point where I almost had to eat my phone if another Mimi Cheng’s dumpling surfaced on Instagram. No need, I went with Jilly and attacked these kale, zucchini, mushroom and egg mighty veggie dumplings. Boom, off the list.