Cuisine. Culture. Commentary.
I’ve known about Via Quadronno ever since I lived a couple avenues away on 73rd street when I first moved to New York. I first noticed it as a cute and narrow café on my way to the park on a sunny weekend. It looked like the perfect place to grab a quick brunch or…
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After a combo 1/2 marathon and St. Patty’s Day celebration on Sunday, we decided we needed to soak up all our green beer with some Italian food and headed to the closest place we could find, Acqua. Acqua stands out as a nicer restaurant in the middle of the more sparsely populated South Street Seaport…
Read MoreAshley and I had a couple of overlapping trips – me to Curacao, her to Hong Kong/Manila and Savannah. With all that exciting travel going on, we needed a dinner to catch each other up and decided to go to Numero 28 Pizzeria. The brick oven pizza was nice and rustic – they didn’t worry…
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La Giara is one of the few places in my immediate neighborhood that I hadn’t tried, so I was excited when Marilynn decided to hold her 25th birthday brunch there. I never thought of it as a brunch place – walking by, it seems more like a traditional Italian supper spot. Turns out, they do…
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Between the Christmas break and a busy few weeks preceding it, I felt like I hadn’t seen Linds in for.ev.er. We decided to fix that by making dinner plans on Wednesday, the first day back from break. We needed some comfort food to ease us back into work so we decided on an Italian restaurant that…
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I would put Leoci’s in Savannah up against any Italian restaurant in New York. I went there for the first time on Saturday and absolutely loved it. The homemade pasta is what propels them into the superior Italian stratosphere and their sauces keep them there. I ordered one of the daily specials but tasted everybody’s…
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I am dreaming about cheese. Not just any cheese: the housemade stracciatella at Spasso. It’s been nine days and this cheese is all I can think about. It falls somewhere between the firm outside and creamy inside of burrata cheese and is a stringy gobbledy goop in a bowl, topped with olive oil and sea…
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Liz and I both had Monday off for Columbus day, but not everyone else was so lucky. While Puckett went back to work and the other boys flew back to Atlanta, the two of us had our own little bestie day. After touring the National Cathedral, we headed to Georgetown for lunch and a little…
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My cousin Jon has decided it’s time he got back to his Midwestern roots and is moving to Chi Town. Jon can always be counted on for a sarcastic comment and will surely be missed so for his last night in Manhattan, we sent him off at Supper, an Italian restaurant in the East Village.…
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It had been far too long since I had hung out with my work mentor, Ira. I still hold a grudge for him leaving me all alone at our agency to take a hot-to-trot job on the client side, but it was time to push that aside when I needed his discerning eye for decor.…
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Peaches to Apples 