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All Gambas Everything: Where to Eat in Barcelona

The Only Places You Need to Know: La Galera (Barri Gòtic) La Paradeta (Born, Sants & Sagrada Familia) “Hasta la Plancha, Baby.” On this wandering journey that is my latest adventure, I found myself in the South of France and Spain. … [Read More...]

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Pizza, Please. & A Letter to Rosé…

50 Shades of Rosé It's been two weeks since I arrived in Paris now. I love New York City, but I've always been adamant that the one thing it was missing was ample public space (with the exception of large parks of course, but sometimes those are … [Read More...]


Finding the Best Coffee in Paris Has Lead Me to a Greater Conclusion:

Does the beginning of the end start with a cup of coffee? Call me old fashioned, but I think I'm fairly hell-bent that my calling is to keep things fairly old fashioned. What? I've always viewed my wonderful whirlwind of a few years in the Big … [Read More...]

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Gaeng Phet (Hot Thai Chicken Curry Soup)

For the past month, I'd been traveling the South of France, and Spain. I visited a ton of cities, met a ton of people, and ate a ton of food. Strangely enough, I found myself craving spicy, spicy Asian food the entire time (except in Barcelona, where … [Read More...]


Featured as a Favorite Project by Blurb!

The Brooklyn Munch Cookbook was featured as a favorite project by Blurb. Click the photo to read more, or >click here< to get your hard copy or e-book today. Yay! … [Read More...]

So, just what is it that so entices us about good food, good drinks, and good times with good friends? I suppose it’s a culmination of things; some more sentimental, like memories of family dinners or the certain way your great-grandma prepared her meatballs. Perhaps others more self-indulgent, like a good stiff drink to ease the chaos of every day life or to avoid delving into deeper matters of the heart. Or--maybe--it's just present-day comfort, a big bowl of mac and cheese to process the busy weeks ahead, the 9 to 5's, the pleasure of fleeting weekends. Beyond our primal instinct to put food in our stomachs; food is a beautiful thing.

All I know is that food--a good meal--is our home away from home. From the times of New Amsterdam and Old Gotham to current day N-Y-C, one thing has remained consistent. Here in New York City, many of us are far, far away from where we began our journey; some from Jakarta, Guangzhou or Ercolano, Stockholm or Conakry. Others, like myself, from just a quick train-ride’s away. Remarkably, we all bring the recipes and meals and flavors of our homes, our families, our cultures and traditions right here to this very place. We live in a major gathering point, a cultural hub. Queens is the most diverse place on the planet; every country is represented here in New York. At a time where differences are so prevalent--no matter where we are, no matter who we are or what we believe--at the end of the day, we all end up in the same place…at our table. We all end up sitting around a meal or whatever we can manage with our family, our friends, our roommates or loved ones.

So I suppose it’s food and cooking that can remind us of the common ground we can all stand on, of what's ultimately most important to each and every one of us. It's not just about the food, but it's what the food stands for; it's what happens while we cook or eat. It's when we talk about our day, it’s when we catch up with those we have not seen in a while, its how we celebrate any number of milestones or just the start of one more weekend. That… and it tastes so damn good.

All the same attitude, just more concise…