Is Real. (Warning: encyclopedia ahead.)
Cozy and Gray.
I’ve definitely been off my Leopard game, but I did have some spicy tequila cocktails this weekend at The Up & Up that all should try when in need of some swanky $15 cocktails in Greenwich Village.
Relax, there’s obviously brunch involved. The pilgrimage was to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens, which is a nice stop to make when your grandparents are visiting, though probably more worth it when the cherry blossoms are on the scene.
It may also be Rated R, and not appropriate for creatures of all ages and thought processes. I’m also running on 5 hours of sleep infused with a severe and well-deserved hangover because I indulged in tequila festivities last night and topped them off with a visit to Leyenda and Clover Club in Brooklyn to further enhance my alcoholic tendencies and I swear the mango got me feeling like…I literally don’t know what I’m saying. But I really did have some bomb mango and mezcal situation at Clover Club.
In the span of one block in the West Village, the amount of restaurants, bars and anything in between is overwhelming enough to justify the consumption of Xanax at 2 PM on a Sunday.
I’ve taken better squash images since my inception, I really have. But the lighting was meh, and the photo wouldn’t do it justice anyway, so you’re going to have to take my word and head to Santina immediately and eat this squash carpaccio.
It has corn, therefore it is a vegetable. And it has Serrano, therefore it’s a metabolism booster. It also has tequila, therefore promotes sanity and facilitates f*cked up decision making, which is always essential.
If you’re anything like me (dangerous intro to any thought in life), you find temporary taco tattoos and woven baskets with dangling pom poms of equal importance in life. If you identify with either, along with essentials like horse hair keychains and pineapple embellished Soludos, than Thomas Sires is the store you’ve been looking for.
It’s a simple sitch. Brunching in Nolita has become a THING. Everyone and their mother is taking over my coffee shops and go-to spots, which leaves me roaming the streets of Chinatown, fishy scent lingering in the air, hunger pangs consuming me throughout, and a sense of desperation in regards to the upcoming source of my sustenance.