Ah, oui... le fromage, les croissants, les crêpes - they are all here.Le District is a French-inspired marketplace in downtown's Brookfield Place that's just a few weeks old. Being the dedicated francophile that I am, you can imagine my excitement when I first heard of its development, and this past weekend, my friend Paige and I made the trip down there to scope out the scene.The space is divided into stalls that sell all the amazing French goodies your heart may desire, including crepes, breads, pastries, cheese, charcuterie, sauces, and even flowers; . . .
Having been a dedicated weekend bruncher for the last couple of years, I've gotten to experience various tiers of NYC brunch. There's the all-you-can-drink brunch at questionable venues - geared toward eager NYU students - where the menu is most certainly an afterthought. There's the mid-level brunch, where the food is thoughtfully prepared but nothing to write home about. There's the cult brunch, like at Buvette and Joseph Leonard, where the food is fantastic, but it's so painfully crowded that they hand you the check as soon as the drop of coffee hits your throat. . . .
I don't know if it's because the weather was heavenly, because it was the first big city stop of our road trip, or because it truly is magical, but I fell completely in love with Charleston. If there was a meter for how many times I said "Oh my God, this is so beautiful" while we were out exploring, I'm sure the final tally would be somewhere in the thirties. I mean, come on...One of the most striking elements about Charleston is its architecture. The pastel-colored historic homes that make up most of downtown, juxtaposed with the gorgeous palm trees that line . . .
As fun as brunch may be in theory, even the most sought-after NYC brunches (see Buvette, Joseph Leonard) tend to serve more or less the same menus - basically eggs and waffles for miles. The better restaurants' eggs and waffles are indeed better, but they're still eggs and waffles. While it's comforting to know what to expect, it's a shame to have little variety.A few weekends ago, fellow blogger and long-time social media friend Olga came to New York for the weekend and invited me to brunch at Talde. This Park Slope restaurant, headed by Top Chef Dale Talde, has . . .
Fellow francophiles out there will probably agree that one of the best things about Paris is its cafes and restaurants. The simple yet elegant food, the lingering over a single boisson for hours while reading the paper, the laid back-ness of it all - it's just so quintessentially French. Classic Parisian restaurants generally have in common: mood lighting, worn red leather booths, great bread, affordable wine, and the same ten or so traditional dishes on the menu.Whenever I have those pangs of, "Damn, I wish I were in Paris" (which happen pretty often), there is . . .
Are you sick of reading about my move yet? If yes, forgive me. This is the last time I'm mentioning it, I promise (...maybe).My old neighborhood standby - the kind of cozy, broken in place to go to after a hard day for beer and some comfort food - was the beloved Brennan & Carr, famous for its cheap but amazing roast beef sandwiches and super crispy fries drenched in synthetic cheese sauce (my fave). Although I'd go there only about once a month, it was comforting to know it was there.My new neighborhood is pretty industrial so the five-block radius . . .
If you’ve been keeping up with this blog, or following me on Instagram, you know that I recently moved. Not the kind of move where you just lug your stuff from one place to another – I moved in a sort of big way. At 23, I finally moved out of my family’s home, moved in with a guy for the first time, and relocated to a new borough, all in one fell swoop. Only a few days in so far, I’m still getting used to it all. There probably won’t be many recipe posts for another week or two, being that we’re still unpacking/don’t have internet yet (as we speak, I am one of those . . .