We cheated last week. Instead of our usual outings, Sara and I had so much work to do, we just stayed for a drink at the hotel’s restaurant. There was no adventure. No surprises. No craziness. We just sat and relaxed after a long day of work. Since Sara is the restaurant’s manager, she invited me to try out a couple of drinks the new bartender made. I am a big fan of the Grape Mojito. Yum!
I love anything that reminds me of Paris. When I read about the little French wine bar in Time Out, I knew I had to make an appearance. The name alone is very clever. To a French speaker it sounds like “twenty over twenty”, in other words, “one hundred percent”, but it really reads, “wine over twenty”. It was really everything I imagined it would be after reading the short article in Time Out. It was dark, cozy, beautiful, simple, […]
Walking by the water around midnight with Sara, looking over the water into Manhattan made me realize what an amazing night I had. Everything was so serene from where we stood. We stared at the lights, talked about everything and most of the time just nothing at all. Just before we went for our late night walk, we kicked off the heels and made sure we wore extra layers, it’s always colder by the water. And for some reason, we […]
Last week, Sara and I browsed the NYCGo website for participating restaurants in the 20th Annual NYC Restaurant Week for our weekly adventure. One lucky restaurant was going to be our main distraction for that evening. Sara’s mind was set on Indian cuisine, and I really didn’t care what kind of food I was going to consume as long as it was tasty and mostly not junk. My only rule was to pick a place I’ve never tried. After ignoring […]
On the 18th floor at the Standard Hotel, past the attractive hostesses, behind a giant door guarded by a doorman, awaits heaven. I’ve been trying to ignore Top of the Standard or (should I say) Boom Boom Room ever since I heard about it. Every mention was followed by an eye-roll from me. I’ve been deceived by so many overhyped Meat Packing District venues that I didn’t see the point in ever going there. The Highline is the only thing that keeps me going […]
When I think of Ippudo, two words come to mind: PORK BUNS! Last Thursday, after ignoring Sara all day when she repeatedly asked me where we would go on our weekly adventure, I dragged her to one of my all time favorite restaurants in New York City. I bragged about the pork buns, and the warm delicious home-made noodles we would be having in dreamy voice as she stared at me with disinterest. Little did she know she was in […]