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 ...]
Last night, I had dinner at the James Beard House in Manhattan.
It was lovely.
And delicious.
And indulgent.
And special.
And fun.
I savored every minute of it.
Let’s relive it together, shall we?
The theme of the dinner was Nova Scotia – that is, all of the ingredients, wines, and most importantly, culinary masters behind the meal, were Nova Scotian. I [read more ...]
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