Tag Archives: vegetarian
â€œIf I were an Olympianâ€ said Ian, â€œI would be a swimmer. Not because Iâ€™m good at swimming, but because they have the best Olympics. Theyâ€™re all done by the end of the first week and then they can slut … Continue reading
Driving towards the beach Jon spotted the farm shop. â€œWho fancies an ice cream?â€ he said, somewhat rhetorically. So we pulled up and went inside. It was one of those fancy farm shops that rinses the dirt off the kale, … Continue reading
We were out watching whales. Far too early in the morning, somewhere off the coast of Gloucester, scanning the horizon for spouts of air, or the flash of a tail, or a body breaching out of the water.
True Romance with a capital R. My friend James has abandoned his Brooklyn apartment, handed in his notice at his job in an office off Union Square, and will move to Paris forthwith, to be with the woman he loves.
This Dinner Will Get You Laid â€“ linguini with lemon and crÃ¨me fraiche â€“ the antidote to hotheadedness
Itâ€™s been a roasting hot sticky week in New York City. The kind of weather that makes people sleepy, then stupid as night falls and the temperature drops to merely baking.
My friends Jenn and Alan have invited us to a pie tasting party. And though Iâ€™d like to start a rumor that pie tasting is the new wine tasting in NYC, thatâ€™s not the case. Theyâ€™re bravely pursuing the dream … Continue reading
â€œGood morning!!â€ beamed the guy behind the counter at Pain Quotidian, as I struggled to summon the words from my sleeping brain to convey that I needed a lot of coffee. â€œAre you having a great day?!â€
Our lives and the lives of our friends are currently divided into the Haves and Have Nots: people who paid the extra for HBO, and people who rely on the goodness and charity of those people to invite them over … Continue reading
A lot of the time, I feel like a New Yorker. I will argue with you over where to get the best slice in the city. I often tut at the slowness of pedestrians. I once saw a rat try … Continue reading
â€œHeâ€™ll be late,â€ said the girl to her friend as they teetered down the Bowery in front of us on Saturday night. â€œHe always is.Â I mean, seriously, how many $1000 dollar watches has this guy lost?â€