3 on Thursday

It’s back to a short week for me!  Today is actually my last day at work before I head to Vegas for Steph’s rager of a bachelorette.  Pray for our livers. I am newly obsessed with Letters of Note, a website that features the correspondence of famous people.  Sometimes sentimental, sometimes humorous, these letters provide…

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Mercer Kitchen

Our latest family dinner was Amy’s pick and I was a little worried for my wallet when she picked Mercer Kitchen.  Nevertheless, I was excited to have an excuse to visit such a swanky place and even more excited that our usual crew expanded for the evening to accommodate our cousins who were passing through…

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Barking Dog

In my five years of living in the Upper East I never went to Barking Dog so when I moved to Murray Hill and there was another location just a few blocks away I figured it was time to finally give it a go.  This decision was helped along by the fact that there are…

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Agnoloti with Fava Beans and Basil

Until a couple months ago the only thing I knew about fava beans was the line from “Silence of the Lambs.”  I couldn’t have told you what they tasted or even looked like.  Then I was at The Smile and they were incorporated into a crostini and I was a newfound fan.  I am picky…

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Dhaba

I was happy to realize I had a few friends living in the Murray Hill area – yay! it’s not all gel-haired 22 year olds!  Wendy happens to be one of those friends and after weeks of non-jiving schedules we found a window of opportunity and went to dinner last week.  Due to the large…

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Book Review: Don’t Get Too Comfortable

The fact that this book was written by a gay, Jewish guy with tons of crazy life experiences should have meant it would be a THK favorite.  Unfortunately, while each essay should have written itself (cabana boy at a hot South Beach hotel, gay republicans, and Hooters Air), they all seemed to fall flat. Rakoff…

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Olympia Cafe

I didn’t really want a birthday celebration this year.  This was not a case of “boo hoo don’t look at me I’m getting old.”  It’s more like “turning 27 seems like no big deal when your closest friends are getting married and you just bought an apartment.”  Basically, my birthday seemed pretty inconsequential with all…

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