So last week I finally tried Speedy Romeo for dinner because apparently I’ve been living under a rock or something and it took me a while to go but that’s okay because I shouldn’t be eating pizza regularly anyways. (Only because I can’t cheat on my tacos like that.)
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.
At least it’s not an avocado toast…? Kale is one of those inevitable things you might hate to love or love to hate on, but I can’t pass up an epic kale salad when it stares me in the face (they almost always do). And this was round two at El Rey and it was just as good, if not better.
Yes, another one. Because the only thing to do on weekends is mindlessly food crawl until the cash runs out and you need a walking break until the next coffee pit stop.
That so called “list” you hear about from time to time are my never-ending scribbles of restaurants, bars, holes in the walls, (even books, music, etc.) I take note of to revisit in more detail. Last month, Dudley’s came off the list.
New Yorkers and brunch is like Alexis and almond milk lattes. Some kind of holy matrimony that penetrates deep beyond the surface, meshing like a goat cheese and fig crostini—yes, that epic of a grouping is the only way to describe it.