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Frenchie Wine Bar, Paris 2

Each time a friend visits me in Paris, it makes me feel a little less far from home. Stopping back on the way home from their vacation in Italy, my best friend Alissar (who I’ve known for a whopping 21 years at this point) and my friend Kyle (whom I’ve also known for over ten…

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Pasta “Carbonara” with Arugula & Cracked Pepper

A Hearty & Satisfying $3 Dinner. Tonight’s dinner was a simple pasta dish. I was at work and needed to eat fast, without making a big production. This is a perfect dish to make in a pinch or on a lazy night at home, especially when you need to save some money. The richness of…

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Les Puces des Batignolles, Paris 17

The Paris bistro is so classic, but also soooo monotonous. Everytime I go to one I see the same exact menu, and the same exact decor. Don't get me wrong, both the food and the ambiance are classic Parisian, but sometimes I want to add a little ...

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“À Volonté,” A Sushi Miracle in Paris.

Many Japanese Restaurants in Paris are All You Can Eat. Sometimes Sundays are for cooking. But often times I find myself with a clean house, and an unwillingness to do anything that requires even the slightest amount of effort. We've all been ...

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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.