Murphy, Rob and I had the most lovely weekend visiting the parents up in the mountains. We ate, we wined, we sat in the sun and read books, we hiked up the mountain, spied bullfrogs and snakes, and took 3 amazing rides down the Alpine Slide. After our second ride I said to Murph, “That just took 3 years off… View Post
Drinks at the Adelphi Hotel.
The other night, Rob and I felt spontaneous so walked a block into town to have drinks in the outside courtyard at the Adelphi Hotel. Always fun and interesting, it’s like a time warp in there and usually a little quiet for my taste. I go because I love the lush plants and twinkle lights and the open sky over… View Post
Pio Pio, NYC: Red wine showdown + flashing lights.
Pio Pio is an exceptional chain of Peruvian restaurants in Manhattan [x3] & Queens [x3] & the Bronx [x1] & a new location opening in Hell’s Kitchen. The atmosphere is lively, loud, and happy.* The portions are heaping, delicious, and beautifully accompanied by classic sauces. The fried plantains had us all rudely reaching across all corners of the table, and… View Post
Seasonal cocktails + opening day!
Most people I know have a “summer drink” and a “winter drink.” My father saunters between light and dark rum, but, hey—he’s retired. Me? I pretty much stick to red wine. But when I’m in a certain situation, I take cues from the mood. If I’m out with my Texan buddy, Murph, I suddenly “feel like a margarita.” When I’m… View Post
Dad had it right.
Whenever I’m sending my mom pictures of some groovy pair of boots or coat I’ve got my eye on, she breaks my heart by saying, “Oh, I had a pair of those,” or “You know I had a coat just like that.” This always strikes me for one of two reasons: first, I definitely have decade-schizophrenia; and second, my mom… View Post