Sitting on a luxury tour bus with cushy seats, driving around some of the most beautiful city sights, occasionally disembarking to take in some sunshine and stuff my face with pizza… Is this the stuff of a “What do you think heaven is like?” fantasy? Yes. It is also the true-life reality of A Slice of Brooklyn Pizza Tour.
A Slice of Brooklyn Pizza Tour is all about getting up close and personal with the hottest New York clichés: Brooklyn and pizza.
Are you drooling yet?
Fuhgettaboud the jaded, hipster stereotype, A Slice of Brooklyn is happy to hold your hand if you might otherwise be afraid to explore Brooklyn. Read More
Every Easter morning I wake with the same anticipation I had as a child who very much believed in the Easter bunny. My youthful excitement for colorfully decorated eggs has been replaced by excitement for fantastically decorated hats.
That’s right, readers, yesterday was one of the NYC events I look forward to all year:
The 5th Avenue NYC Easter Parade and Bonnet Festival!
It’s the time of year when you can’ t take me anywhere. Not in a timely, mannerly fashion, anyway. I’m as prone to outbursts as the clouds. Rather than raindrops, my outbursts go a little something like this,
NYC spring flowers pop up over night and it’s better than Christmas.
You know those shoes for toddlers? The ones that squeak every time they take a step? In spring time, I am those shoes. I squeal every time I see a bud. Read More
Sometimes you wake up after a night of
crampy crappy sleep, it’s only Tuesday but it already feels like a long week. It’s raining out, work makes you want to slam your head into the desk, even your body hates you. This kind of morning calls for a secret weapon. It calls for self medication beyond a caramel macchiato.
This kind of morning is why doughnuts exist. The preponderance of mornings like this is why so many artisanal doughnut shops have popped up all over NYC. Chances are there’s one on your way to work.
Doughnut Plant in Chelsea is my go-to for a morning pick-me-up.
There is a public art exhibit in midtown titled, A Fancy Animal Carnival. With that name alone, it’s no surprise, I’m super into it.
There are 11 sculptures featured in “A Fancy Animal Carnival” and I’m dying to describe them as the love children of Where the Wild Things Are and rainbow sprinkles.
That’s not exactly what Taiwanese artist Hung Yin was going for. Each sculpture is inspired by a traditional good luck symbol from Taiwan. Thus braving the Midtown crowds to see this outdoor exhibit undoubtedly brings a person good fortune. Read More
So I’m dating this guy.
Or so I thought….
Maybe we’re actually seeing each other.
Juries out. Turns out this syntax is maddeningly unclear.
As if there aren’t enough gray areas in dating! As if labels with a romantic interest aren’t difficult enough already! Recently I realized I don’t even know how to talk about potential fellas to my friends!
“Dating” VS “Seeing”
I’ve been on a handful of dates with a person. Things are going well, but it’s still new, still casual. It’s reached the point where I’ll mention him to my friends, the dude’s got potential. But suddenly I feel lost on the girls’ brunch staple: What’s up with your love life? Am I seeing this guy or dating him? Read More
They say before you judge someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. It’s one of my favorite cliché sayings. Thus, as of this morning, I am thrilled to announce I am now officially allowed to freely and fully judge 2 of my most detested New York clichés!
Are you kitten me? No. No, I am not. This is how I started the work week, folks. Let’s pretend I booked a bizarre job Monday morning solely to earn supreme judgement privilege. Read More