I walked into Paul depuis 1889 fully prepared to live my best cafĂ©-core life. You know, the one where you sip espresso, gaze thoughtfully out a window, and look like youâre contemplating art or revolution when youâre really just deciding if you can justify another pastry. The space gives âclassic European bakeryâ energy with its polished wood tables, faint hum of conversation, and enough butter in the air to make cardiologists nervous. The Main Act: Spinach Quiche That Means Business My plate arrived like a minimalist dream: one perfectly portioned spinach quiche and a crisp green salad. The quiche itself? A tiny, buttery miracle.
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Hawk ‘n’ Dove: The West Wing Made Me Do It
Let me just start by saying: yes, I came here because of The West Wing. Thereâs a line (brief, almost throwaway) where Donna mentions Hawk ‘n’ Dove, and my brain went âOh, thatâs real?!â Cue me immediately deciding that I, too, must channel my inner political operative and grab a cocktail in a place where fictional White House staffers mightâve argued about filibusters and friendship. Spoiler: it was absolutely worth it. đ„ Deviled Eggs Three Ways I ordered the deviled eggs because, letâs be so for real, if theyâre on a menu, theyâre basically an edible personality test. Hawk ‘n’ Doveâs version came
We Paid a Stupid Amount for Tea at the Empress Hotel So You Donât Have To
Listen up, my beloved and fabulous readers: I have a thing for tea. Tea is my solace. Tea is my comfort. Tea is the steaming hot cup of calm that keeps me from throwing hands when life gets spicy. And because of this borderline religious devotion, my partner and I like to indulge in the occasional afternoon tea at our favorite local teahouse. You know the typeâfluffy scones, delicate cucumber sandwiches, and enough clotted cream to make a dairy farmer blush. Itâs perfection. Itâs my happy place. So when we visited Victoria, British Columbia, there was exactly one thing on my bucket list: afternoon tea
I Went to CafĂ© du Monde, and Now Iâm Addicted to Beignets (and Powdered Sugar)
Hereâs the thing about New Orleans: Itâs a city built on poor decisions. And when I say poor decisions, I mean of the delicious, deep-fried, definitely-not-calorie-conscious variety. Enter CafĂ© du Monde, the OG beignet capital of the world. Itâs a tourist trap, yes. But unlike most tourist traps (looking at you, chain restaurants in Times Square), this one is 100% worth the hype and the powdered sugar lung damage. First Impressions: Powdered Sugar Enthusiast Paradise The man and I approached CafĂ© du Monde with the determination of people whoâve just Googled âNew Orleans must-eatsâ and believe in following the will of the
Iâm Still Not Over Emerilâs Fried Chicken and Mac & Cheese, And You Shouldnât Be Either
Hello, beloved readers, and welcome to todayâs episode of âThings I Have Yet to Forgive,â starring none other than Emeril Lagasse and his apparently heartless decision to deprive us of his most glorious menu item. Letâs get one thing straight. Iâm usually a pretty chill girl. I can let things go. Iâve forgiven high-waisted jeans for being uncomfortable. Iâve forgiven Blockbuster for its decades-long monopoly on movie rentals. Iâve even forgiven Disney for the live-action Lion King (well, Iâm trying). But taking off Emerilâs fried chicken and mac and cheese? Oh no. Not in this lifetime, sweetie. The Entree of My Dreams
Coopâs Place Review: Where the Smoked Duck Quesadilla Is Perfect, and the Drinks Are Trying to Kill You
So, letâs talk about and review Coopâs Place in New Orleans, a joint that has the vibe of âWeâve been here forever, and we are never, ever changing for you or anyone else.â Which, frankly, is the energy I want from any establishment in the French Quarter. You want polished service and sparkling glassware? No. You get exposed brick, slightly sticky tables, and bartenders who serve drinks with warnings attached. And we love them for it. First up: The Smoked Duck Quesadillas So, letâs talk about the duck quesadillas. On paper, they seem simple: shredded duck, cheese, and tortillas. You think, âOh, Iâve had
Thrashers – A Food Stand in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware
I’ve had a long time to think about Thrashers, and you know what? I still don’t get it. When we went to Rehoboth Beach, I did the typical thing that any tourist would do–Google must-eat things in area. Thrashers was the place apparently. It was touted as the “must-do” because if you didn’t, then you missed the point of going to the boardwalk. Okay, well then. Go to Thrashers. The only thing Thrashers served was French fries. Also, you had to salt them yourself. Oh, and you could douse them in vinegar if you so chose. Did you hear that?
Tatte – A Restaurant in Boston, Massachusetts
Tatte – at least I believe that’s the name of the restaurant – was my saving grace in Boston. It gave me food that felt homemade and full of carbs. Warm, delicious and simple without any millennial hipster vibes thrown in. Tatte came into my life like a beacon of hope–it was the place I ran to after the disaster that was Pressed. It thrived on good ol’ fashioned breakfasts and pastries and made me drool as soon as I stepped inside. Please note, I was famished when I made my way in here so this cafe will probably get
Pressed – a Restaurant in Boston, Massachusetts.
I was famished when I walked into Pressed. I had been up at six am, skipped breakfast, got stuck in traffic, rattled around on a duck boat tour and by eleven o’ clock, walking around Boston, I was ready to start eating my own hand off, because I needed food ASAP. Visions of bacon and French toast were dancing in my head. It was going to be delicious and full of calories. The BEST kind of brunch, you know? My aunt said she knew the perfect place! And off we went to Pressed. Spoiler alert: It was not the perfect