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Eating my way through the Big Apple and around the world.

Always in favor of extraordinary flavor versus saving a few calories, I’m constantly seeking the best restaurants, recipes, and random little food finds. This blog chronicles my discoveries, most of which are located in New York City, the foodie heaven I am fortunate to call home.

I am an editor at Zagat, but all opinions on this blog are mine and have nothing to do with my employer.

I take my photos with a point-and-shoot Canon PowerShot SD850. Which goes to show that if you're passionate about photography but can't afford fancy camera equipment, you can still take quality photos.

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6 September 2013
A beautiful start to a beautiful day in Wine Country
Ricotta and peach toast; Fremont Diner, Sonoma

A beautiful start to a beautiful day in Wine Country

Ricotta and peach toast; Fremont Diner, Sonoma

23 July 2013
I didn’t think it was possible for me to be any more obsessed with Graze in Madison…until we stopped by their outdoor farmer’s market counter. Feast your eyes on this: an adult Toaster Strudel, if you will. Flaky, warm pastry stuffed with ham, gooey Swiss and herbs. Washed down with their insane Magic Coffee, and I’d say I’m dangerously close to needing the restaurant to file a restraining order against me.

I didn’t think it was possible for me to be any more obsessed with Graze in Madison…until we stopped by their outdoor farmer’s market counter. Feast your eyes on this: an adult Toaster Strudel, if you will. Flaky, warm pastry stuffed with ham, gooey Swiss and herbs. Washed down with their insane Magic Coffee, and I’d say I’m dangerously close to needing the restaurant to file a restraining order against me.

9 November 2012
Whether on the East Coast or the West, I always gotta get my short stack on.
Blueberry pancakes; Polkers, San Francisco 

Whether on the East Coast or the West, I always gotta get my short stack on.

Blueberry pancakes; Polkers, San Francisco 

7 November 2012
It’s a beautiful morning.
Oats with flax seed, milk, and maple syrup; La Boulange, San Francisco 

It’s a beautiful morning.

Oats with flax seed, milk, and maple syrup; La Boulange, San Francisco 

29 June 2012
Almond Cinnamon Roll, Grand Traverse Resort
I’m in Northern Michigan this week, writing about the area’s incredible farm-to-table food scene. My schedule is jam-packed with tastings at all the best local restaurants, but I still found room for this little snack from my resort’s coffee shop. Yeah buddy.

Almond Cinnamon Roll, Grand Traverse Resort

I’m in Northern Michigan this week, writing about the area’s incredible farm-to-table food scene. My schedule is jam-packed with tastings at all the best local restaurants, but I still found room for this little snack from my resort’s coffee shop. Yeah buddy.

23 June 2012
Cancelled flights mean I get to eat waffles for breakfast—with no guilt—for as long as I want. 
Cafe Royal; Greenpoint, Brooklyn 

Cancelled flights mean I get to eat waffles for breakfast—with no guilt—for as long as I want. 

Cafe Royal; Greenpoint, Brooklyn 

6 February 2012

A perfect day in San Francisco

Pre-adventure breakfast: Oats and flax seed with fresh fruit and maple syrup, vanilla latte from La Boulange Bakery on Polk Street

Highway 1 drive along the Pacific Coast, Stinson Beach break, Tomales Point hike  

Post-hike reward: Open-faced sandwich with tomato jam and cheeses from Cowgirl Creamery in Point Reyes

6 January 2012
New Year’s diet be damned. 
Cinnamon Raisin Twist, Amy’s Bread

New Year’s diet be damned. 

Cinnamon Raisin Twist, Amy’s Bread

4 October 2011

Heading back to New York after a long weekend in DC

I was reunited with my one true love, homemade pop-tarts from Ted’s Bulletin. Make your own pop-tarts using this recipe

4 August 2011

The Doughnut Vault, Chicago

There is probably just one thing in the whole world that would cause me to stand in line at 8 am in the rain, and that is DONUTS! Chubby, sticky, lick-your-fingers-clean little morsels from heaven (as I otherwise call them).

If you’re in Chicago, there’s just one place to get yer donut fix—The Doughnut Vault in River North. This months-old tiny closet of a shop (literally, it used to be a bank vault) sells homemade donuts Tuesday-Saturday until they’re gone, which can happen in just two to three hours. Hence why one must be in line before the vault opens at 8:30 am (9:30 Saturdays).

Much to my delight, I woke up to rain. I say delight because I was running a teensy bit behind schedule (do not cross me in the mornings before I’ve had my first donut), and I was worried I might not make it through the line before my sister picked me up at 9 am sharp for our four hour road trip. Let me tell you, if you’re not bringing a box of donuts with you on a four hour road trip, you’re doing it wrong.

I decided to power walk/jog the several blocks (also in hopes of burning off the previous day’s Chick-fil-A and Girl and the Goat). I kid you not, when I got to Grand Street (three blocks from the Vault) I could smell the precious things. Like a horse with a carrot dangling in front of him, I picked up my pace.

As fate would have it, there were only 15 patrons in front of me when I arrived 15 minutes before showtime. Fifteen minutes after the vault opened (and $15 later—steep, I know), I was the proud owner of one of each flavor (buttermilk old fashioned cake donut, gingerbread stack, and chocolate, vanilla, and chestnut glazed). Things to remember before you pass out in a chubby donut haze: it’s cash only, and you can only buy a dozen per person (but if the customer in front of you is just getting a few, they can give you the rest of their allotment).

These puppies were worth every lost minute of sleep and awkward jogging-in-civilian-clothes step. Hands down, my favorite was the old fashioned cake donut, and that’s crazy, because I am always, always, ALWAYS a glazed girl. What can you do, it was unlike any donut I had ever tasted. It wasn’t dry and heavy; it actually melted in my mouth. I accidentally polished off the whole thing before we arrived in Milwaukee (JK, it wasn’t an accident. I didn’t want to share that baby with anyone). Vanilla glazed was my strong runner-up.

Do whatever you have to do to get there—awkward run/gallop and everything. And if we’re ever standing in line together, and you’re not ordering a dozen, please consider allocating your excess little morsels from heaven to me.

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh