It’s that time of year when New Yorkers dream of running away to a tropical land. So long snow and gray skies, I’d like to scuba dive and swim with dolphins, please!
For five minutes of fantasy magic, I felt like I was snorkeling off the coast of Tahiti. Or at least starring in a critically acclaimed production of “Julie Taymor’s Finding Nemo”.
There are about 100 museums in New York City. I haven’t been to even half of them. Who needs museums when you have city streets?
Okay, that was harsh. I love museums. I also love wandering around the streets of Soho feeling like I’m on a Street Art Treasure Hunt. Color and Creativity mark the spots. Read More
Oh I am not kidding. I wore the most ridiculous balloon hat you’ve ever seen on a first date in New York City.
No, I wasn’t on a date with a clown.
Nor a balloon…sculpturist? Read More
Picking a place to eat in New York City is completely overwhelming. Think about it too much and you’ll feel out of control, start emotional eating, order from the greasy take-out place around the corner, and give up ever eating outside the home again. NYC understands those stakes (and steaks too, but I digress). In an effort to keep all us indecisive New Yorkers from turning into tubby shut-ins, Restaurant Week graces our fair city twice a year.
What is this magical time, you ask? For starters, though it is called a “week” it’s closer to a month. Winter 2016 Restaurant Week NYC started January 18 and it ends this Friday February 5th. Yes, that means there’s still time to stuff your face with amazing 3 course meals. The Restaurant Week deal is a 3 course meal at a steal: $25 for lunch, $38 for dinner. For real. (Sorry. No more rhyming.) Some of the best reviewed and most revered establishments participate. A lunch time reservation is the easiest to procure and you can not beat the price.
Red Rooster is easily the best, hippest, hottest, you-name-it place in my neighborhood. On Malcolm X Blvd and 126th, its modern take on comfort food entices notables like President Obama, former president Clinton, and presidential hopeful Hillary Clinton to hang out in Harlem. I mean, it seemed only right to add myself to that list, right?
Christmas ended a month ago. I’m well aware of this, but very time I step outside, two Christmas carols play in my head. Like that kiddie holiday record I was obsessed with when I was five, this makes me absolutely giddy. Sometimes I change the words.
Warning: if you spent the holidays cursing the tunes stuck in your head, you may not want to read further. Also, if you hate Central Park snow, get out now.
In the middle of Blizzard Jonas, I stood in the middle of Times Square. The billboard lights shining in my eyes, the snow pelting my face. Why why wasn’t I in the warm, safe apartment during the biggest snow storm New York’s had in decades?
Here’s the story.
I’d worn my pajamas inside-out in an act of superstition the night before. Read More
All in the kingdom of Manhattan had three days off work! Three days off school! There was much rejoicing. Some left town for ski slopes or beach houses in Florida. Some crawled under blankets, feasting their eyes on every episode of Making a Murderer. Some rejoiced too much and battled dragon-sized, multi-day hangovers.
But one fair maiden on the whole island did not rejoice. Her name, of course, was Cindercliché . There was no celebrating, no feasting for her. Cindercliché had 9 hours of work for each of the three days of the weekend. “With rent these days, I could have seven dude roommates,” Cindercliché sighed. Read More
