On Burglars, Snowstorms, and Eccentric Chefs
Wednesday night, around 6:30, I arrived home planning to pack and organize for a mid-week getaway in the Berkshires. The front door to the building felt strange, as if the lock were broken. Our apartment door was similarly weak, and when I opened it I discovered why: shards of splintered door frame lay scattered in ...Keep Reading
A Bad Night for Food, a Great Night for Funk
Earlier this week, I noticed a squib in the Times saying that Morris Day and The Time would be doing a show Thursday night at the Apollo Theater in Harlem, with the Ohio Players opening. This was notable for three reasons: 1. I loves me some funk.2. S is a Prince fan to the nth ...Keep Reading
The Right Man, the Right Restaurant, the Right Breakfast
Yesterday was the anniversary of S’s and my first date. Neither of us is terribly into Valentine’s Day, so in a tiny rebellion against the Hallmarkization of everything, we celebrate our own milestone instead. Budget-restricted food lover that I am, this generally translates into dinner at a highly-recommended restaurant (see my birthday dinner at Blue ...Keep Reading
Restaurant Notes: Chimu Peruvian Steak House
Williamsburg, where S and I live, is a tricky place when it comes to food. The grocery stores suck (now that we have a car I drive 20 minutes to Long Island City, where I used to live, to hit the Stop & Shop). Finding good produce is a notoriously difficult proposition. But there are ...Keep Reading
A Four-Star Birthday Dinner with Two-Star Food: Blue Hill at Stone Barns
This is my last birthday-related post, I promise (well, this year, anyway)… When you’re a freelancer, money is always an issue. One month might be overflowing with business, and the next month a drought descends. And when you’re married to a freelancer as well, the uncertainty doubles. S and I live a rewarding, fairly frugal, ...Keep Reading
