Mr. Fogg’s Residence- Mayfair

The elusive Mr. Fogg’s Residence (and Secret Garden) has been on my radar for some time, but I didn’t make it until my recent reunion with London. After a long stroll from Chinatown, it was decided that the halfway point could perfectly be Mr. Fogg’s in Mayfair. There was a person at the door dressed…

Restaurant Nolinski

For our last night in Paris, we opted to schmance it up a little, get dressed, and go to a nice dinner at Hotel & Restaurant Nolinski. We started at the bar for an apero hour that I’d expected to be all sexy and mysterious glamour, but it was mostly people (not pictured) ending their…

Restaurant Octopus- Geneva

Remember that time I dined at Restaurant Octopus in Geneva? It felt like yesterday…well, it nearly was! That’s how I had octopuses so near and dear to my mind when I answered a trivia question from Geneva Buy Club regarding which restaurant’s signature dish was….octopus. I answered brilliantly with Restaurant Octopus and much to my…

Puccini- Geneva

Puccini: my last meal before lock down, unknowingly. I’m glad it was a good one. I strolled by prior to apero hour and caught it empty, for a snap. Puccini shares its kitchen with it’s Michelin starred brother next door, so I figured I would be in for a treat in the more bistro-vibed area….

Molina Pizza- Geneva

As a professional nomad these days, it probably should go without saying that the first meal in any new place must be pizza. Easily transportable, Saturday night treat. This last move proved just the same and happened as Geneva was moving themselves. Into lockdown. Again. After trying to order from two (closed) gourmet pizza restos,…

The Charles- Dallas

What another weird day in quarantine, eh? I spend half of my day- literally like 12 hours- working, trying to get caught up on projects where I am over due. The other 12 hours I am doing my best to go on walks, not have anxiety attacks, and of course, cancel travel…which is a nightmare….

Geraldine’s

The last night in Austin was spent in Geraldine’s in the Kimpton hotel in Austin. The restaurant vibe was…fine… but the bar was weird as hellllll. What should have been a nice restaurant bar, was like 4-5 deep with everyone staying at the hotel. So strange, but made for a wild vibe! The wine was…

Fishers in the City

Another long day of work leading into a dreary, rainy evening alone in Edinburgh. The only pick-me-up… tacos and tequila! Well, or so I thought. Despite it being only around 7PM on a gross Wednesday night, El Cartel, my destination of choice, was absolutely mobbed. Or just normally mobbed, as probably not a dozen table…

My Baby Bok Choys!

Baby BOK CHOY! (Sung to the tune of Sir Mixalot’s, “Baby Got Back”) I’m beginning to think that the better the recipe, the worse the accompanying photo. You’re so desperate to dig in and force feed your guests, that you barely have time to take a decent snap, let alone cover up a sauce drip…

Asparagus Puff Pastry Bundles

I made these asparagus puff pastry bundles for a far-too-decadant side for early Valentine’s Day dinner last weekend. The leftovers have been a fun dinner when eaten with a simple green salad. I mean they are basically puff pastry pizza, so what could really go wrong? Without further ado, here’s another easy (and make-ahead recipe)….

A Valentine’s Chicken

  The Beer Brined Roasted Chicken from the Cherry Bomb cookbook was so delish that I made it twice in a week. That’s right, I had two dinner parties in a row, and it was wonderful the first time, so I decided to work on perfecting it on round two. The recipe is time consuming…

Bob Bob Ricard

What’s worse than anxiously awaiting snow-maggeden 2018 round two? Eating egg whites during a snow storm. It should be all mac and cheese and vino, but in (hopeful) preparation for this weekend’s black tie, it’s all carbless sadness. Instead, let’s reminisce back to meals of better days, the last great London meal of Bob Bob…