During my time in LA this spring, I had the opportunity to sample some meals from a local private chef. I was staying in an apartment in busy, noisy Hollywood so there wasn’t any room service and I dreaded walking around the tourist-packed neighborhood, looking for carryout. I used Seamless and TryCaviar a bit, but it was much more expensive than in NYC. Continue reading
I had just assumed that 2016 would end on one high note – the Bowery Collective‘s annual festivities. And I would have been perfectly content to do so. It’s a beautiful, fun gathering with amazing food and drink.
But then, one of my friends from my July vacation asked “any interest in going back to Saint Martin for New Year’s?”
I have posted here and there about some of my favorite restaurants but never done a full dining guide, per se.
This also is not a dining guide – too overwhelming. Plus I’m a somewhat picky eater and not what anyone would call a food expert.
But I do have my favorites so here are some of them. I plan to add to this post regularly. If you have any recommendations, please share in the comments.
Where I order from when it’s time to Eat My Feelings
The pups – and their mums – are extraordinarily cute. Pics here.
We will be hosting a fundraiser plus adoption event this Saturday for Free Korean Dogs. 17 puppies and 2 mothers were rescued from Jeju Island and taken on an arduous journey to safety. 7 of the puppies will be at ps9 Sat! 🐶 https://www.freekoreandogs.org/19-dogs-rescued-jeju-island/ #jindo #rescue #save #korean #dogs #puppies
I hate to miss it but I’ll be visiting Mom back home in the Scranton area.
It has been a while since I posted about food. Two recent meals reminded me that I was overdue.
One restaurant, Market Table, was so good that I had to go back for seconds.
First, I dined there with Adrienne. Situated in the charming West Village, Market Table is a cozy nine-year old restaurant that I had somehow overlooked all this time. And it was simply through the luck of OpenTable that I picked it at all.
My friend and I had some serious catching up to do so I didn’t take any of my own pics. Fortunately Instagram came to the rescue.
“Nope, but it doesn’t feel that way,” I responded, smiling.
Bo-ring, right? In my defense, I had social plans six days out of the previous eight.My liver isn’t 23 years old anymore. Neither is the rest of me.
First there was a gluttonous, delicious birthday dinner at Javelina – yes, the site of that hilarious NYT review. If you get there, make sure to get at least one kind of queso. I was too hungry to take pics of ours so here’s one from Instagram.