On my usual route to the grocery store a while ago, with stroller and grocery cart in tow, I noticed that a disgusting deserted old space full of rubble and covered in graffiti had suddenly been transformed! (I must have missed the makeover.) There were potted plants and flowers on the sidewalk. I peeked in the window to ...
I love mornings even though I am not much of a “morning person” per say. It’s pretty hard sometimes to get myself out of bed but this might have something to do with never going to bed on time. In the morning there are fewer people awake to distract, my mind isn’t weighed with a day’s worth of ...
If you lived in Brooklyn or New York circa 2001-2008 during the French bistro craze (Pastis, Balthazar) you remember Sunday brunch at Bar Tabac on Smith Street. Michael Arenella’s 1920s jazz band, steak frites, escargot, moule frites, fountains of Ricard, and blocked streets for Bastille celebrations. It was ...
