It’s a humid, sweaty day at the Stone Barns Center for Food and Agriculture. I’m The Public, here to learn about sustainable agriculture, and to pet a few baby goats. There I am, on my knees and digging my hands into the dirt searching for weeds, sporting my Kale university t-shirt and bright green muck boots. I’m joined by a young chef who… Read More Best Meal of 2016: Blue Hill at Stone Barns
Storm Jonas buried New York City in 30.5 inches of snow in roughly 24 hours, the highest snowfall on record since 1869. So basically, I gave up Texas for Antarctica. I tried going outside, experiencing this thing, this winter they all speak of. Standing out there with my face toward the wind, snowflakes whipping my cheeks and glomming onto… Read More How to survive the blizzard: just go crazy already
It has recently come to my attention that I have even less than no idea what I am doing when it comes to photography. Pair that with the fact that food is one of the hardest things to capture, and this is what you get. In no order in particular, the beginning of my coffee… Read More The absolute worst food photos on my iPhone
Nestled on a street corner in the West Village, the much-hyped restaurant appeared as a snug doorway that barely squeezed more than one person through. A two-hour wait for a table at The Spotted Pig is a glowing testimonial.The dining room, packed at seven o’clock, glowed a dim red and breathed an intimate coziness. Waiters paraded plates of food that looked straight from… Read More Pig-out at The Famed New York Spotted Pig
Step out of the cab onto the sidewalk in front of The Standard Grill, located in NYC’s hip Meat Packing District, and feel the vibe. The stylish upscale dining room, adorned with penny-inlaid floors, was already buzzing with excitement at 6:30 p.m. Waiters in vests and plaid ties carried out artfully arranged plates of food… Read More The Standard Grill Sets the Standard
I woke up this morning from my usual recurring dream of an acai bowl, but today I was in New York City and my dreams were about to come true. I went straight to Juice Generation to get a “picnic breakfast” to take to Central Park. I ordered my favorite breakfast of all time, the PB… Read More The Juice Generation
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