High On Hudson…
Last night we dined outside in the West Village
Last night we dined outside in the West Village
You haven’t lived until you have dined at Joe’s Stone Crab in Miami Beach.
I always thought I was a Spice Girl.
Drum roll, please…I just indulged in my best meal ever in Palm Beach County.
Breadheads rejoice.
I do not know if it was the intoxicating concept of date night after a long absence or the fact that Crudo e Nudo is just that good.
I love finding little hole in the wall places to eat.
Top down, hair whipping, music blasting, cruising Wilshire Boulevard from the Pacific Ocean to Hollywood on a crisp and clear Sunday afternoon.
A lot of chatter around Fishpop. When Chrissy Teigen talks food on Instagram, people listen up.
Good pizza is tough to find in Los Angeles.
I was finally brave enough to dine outside.
I did have Courage.
I do not know if it’s the locale, the forever enticing crash of the waves, sparkling Pacific Ocean or white sandy beach.
High end takeout never makes the grade.
Wahoo, great takeout.
Holy takeout…another pandemic bummer.
We have not ventured inside a restaurant since mid-March. Last week I was assigned the task of finding a divine anniversary takeout dinner.
Close your eyes. Suspend your self-quarantine, social distancing reality for a moment. Picture a small restaurant with fab food. Your are snuggled in next to a living, breathing healthy human, both enraptured with an adult beverage in your clean hands. Open your eyes, read on and enjoy the fantasy.
I deliberated about whether to post a restaurant review in light of sequestered life in Coronaville.