If you said "by adding an N," you'd be on the right track. An N as is No way, Not possible, Never happening and Not since you bought that wine bar. You see, the girls and I decided months ago that a road trip between Christmas and New Year's Eve to Asheville seemed like the … Continue reading How Asheville became Nashville
Tag: eating
Tara Kitchen
Sunday, more than ever, has become my "Me" day. Yesterday I had hours to myself to do whatever I felt like - once the waffles and bacon had been cooked, served and cleaned up and payroll had been done and the sheets had been changed and I had met with Linda Kindlon at Bake for … Continue reading Tara Kitchen
Bijoux
🎶 I love Paris, that's the song (Ella Fitzgerald version) that has been playing incessantly in my head for nearly the last week. Such a cliché, right? Limiting my love to merely Paris, though, would be unfair to the rest of the country. There's so much to love! In previous visits, I've been smitten by … Continue reading Bijoux
No sleep till Brooklyn*
On Friday, despite Mother Nature’s attempt to disrupt my plans, I ventured down to Williamsburg, Brooklyn to attend my uber talented neighbor, Ken Ragsdale’s art show opening at the Front Room Gallery. As someone who doesn’t often attend gallery openings (read: hardly ever), I was a bit out of my element, and, as a person … Continue reading No sleep till Brooklyn*
5 Things to love at Peck’s Arcade
The delight of sitting at the kitchen bar (aka worshipping at the altar of Nick Ruscitto) next to my sweetie, perusing the menu. These insane, buttery, crisp crab fritters. The wonderful take on surf and turf we indulged in - beef short ribs and crab legs. Â That chimichurri is so beyond what any pesto could … Continue reading 5 Things to love at Peck’s Arcade
Seven-year (p)itch
So...this Wednesday, 12/17, is the 7th anniversary of the Wine Bar & Bistro on Lark. Yes, that did go fast! I've been onboard for the last 4 years and consider myself fortunate to be able to continue having a presence in the local food scene in such a special spot, especially since my availability is … Continue reading Seven-year (p)itch
Love apples
I sampled my first pomegranate about 40 years ago. I was spending the night with a school friend who had hippy parents who joyfully exposed me to all sorts of new things - like a water bed, Fleetwood Mac's Rumors, an unusual musky smoke wafting around and pomegranates. Although I have owned a copy of … Continue reading Love apples
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