[Wine and a break to charge my phone at Cafe Minerva in the West Village, the place where dreams are made.] [On the move: packed up and heading from Brooklyn to Manhattan on the East River Ferry.] [Back to Brooklyn! Oyster happy hour at Maison Premier, a touch of paradise in ... View Post
After a brisk 30-block walk and twenty minutes standing in a line snaking out of the front door of Shake Shack, I was primed for an eagerly anticipated burger. I've always tried to resist the tug of popular demand, especially when it comes to lining up like cattle to eat, well... cattle. But, I will ... View Post