On Monday night, I was invited to eat at Barrio 47, an intimate West Village eatery specializing in wood-fired, Mediterranean cuisine and creative cocktails—crafted with house infused spirits. This has been a particularly rainy week, and Monday was no exception. Although I found myself walking, in the rain, in the wrong direction to the restaurant, once I finally got my bearings and found the place—ironically it is very close to the subway station—I instantly forgot about my soggy adventure.
Have you ever heard people try to chalk up someone’s personality to birth order? Like being firstborn, middle child, last-born or the only child instantly explains our behaviors? I mean, people have actually written books on this. I don’t really subscribe to that sort of thing, but I will say, as the firstborn, I like to brag about my younger brother’s accomplishments—almost like a parent.
Celebrations in New York City are always larger-than-life, and Oktoberfest is no exception. Several bars and restaurants in the city are celebrating this German-born festival. This weekend, I might head to Lederhosen—a German restaurant in Greenwich Village and one of my favorite eateries in NYC.
I love that episode of The Office where the entire staff is psyched for Pretzel Day. Basically, one day a year a local restaurant visits the Dunder Mifflin office and gives out free soft pretzels—complete with a ton of toppings options. My coworkers and I have our own version of Pretzel Day in the form of Mad. Sq. Eats, which takes place in the spring and fall.
This morning I found myself thinking about cheese—probably because I recently read a post on our sister blog, The Editor Is In, which was all about this delectable dairy staple. I started to think about my favorite foods that put the spotlight on cheese—grilled cheese, pizza; the list goes on and on.
On Friday night, I had an impromptu get together with a friend. She is my go-to person for happy hour and we usually go to the same spots. However, on this particular occasion, she wanted to try something different. With a little research, we decided on Raymi, a Peruvian restaurant near Madison Square Park.
This past Friday, I went to a going away party at the popular pizza joint in Bushwick, Brooklyn, Roberta’s. The place doesn’t take reservations, so we spent some time chatting on the back patio while waiting for the rest of our party to arrive. I can’t speak for everyone, but I think most of us would have been content to spend the entire evening in the patio.
Benjamin Franklin once wrote, “Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.” Pretty astute, right?
When I lived in the Bronx, I would often venture south to the Upper West Side for dinner. I think this might be my favorite neighborhood in Manhattan. I love the architecture and the laid-back attitude of most of the residents. Plus, there are so many restaurants, music venues and retail shops.