“I have a good feeling about this place,” he said with a laugh as I wiggled out of my coat. I looked around and had to agree.
Aldea is blue and gray, clean and vertical. The already-tall ceilings seem to reach even higher as a result of the long, thin lines that echo throughout the restaurant.
We [read more ...]
The taxi we flag down smells incredible, and it’s so uniquely surprising that I tell the driver so as I climb in. He laughs and comments on my perfume, then turns the jazz music up a little louder. What a cab!
I squeeze the knee of the person next to me (it’s a he) and he [read more ...]
After asking if Le Bernardin could squeeze me in for lunch on Monday, I was in turn asked if I wouldn’t mind sitting on a plush striped sofa and waiting. I didn’t mind, so I sat, only to be directed to a table moments later. When I arrived, it was clear why I was made [read more ...]
After running around the Upper East Side all afternoon on the Fourth of July in a silly get-up, I was ready for a good meal. Actually, Ryan and I were both starving, and since neither of us had access to a grill or hot dogs, we did the next best thing to celebrate the birth [read more ...]
*Note here that I am posting erratically. I’ve skipped my writeup of Thai Basil, for the simple reason that it wasn’t a very memorable meal. If you’re quite interested, here’s the rundown:
Chicken – dry.
Tofu – yummy.
Peanut sauce – fantastic.
And, hmm, that’s really all that sticks out [read more ...]
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