The bar transcends the realms of a neighborhood staple and a cocktail bar on the world’s stage.
Branding in France distills down to three principles; is it cute, is it time-honored, or is it refined?
On a severely cold night in W14, under a typical red and white striped awning in St. Germain Des-Pres, we’d sat for drinks. Parisians with cigarettes fill straw chairs. Smoke, laughter, and light rain spills into the dark, cobblestone streets.
This is a tale of two cities, one in the light and one at dark. The Capital of Sicily strikes as a larger, more complex metropolis than what it embodies, an ancient city that has seen the perils and progress of society. Graffiti plastered over walls like propaganda. Twisting, trash-filled backstreets that open onto crowdedContinue reading “Where to Eat and Drink in Palermo, Sicily”
May 26th, 2018 The Setting: 30 minutes before the 2018 Champion’s League final, Real Madrid vs. Liverpool with a growing fervor for the upcoming World Cup. Two friends have invited us to a local’s bar in Denfert Rochereau, a small, cool, but not quite a chic hub, which separates inner and outer South Paris. TheContinue reading “5.26 The Blue Notes: Champion’s League Final”
Listen. Tapas are Spanish, but the Spanish don’t just eat Tapas. Got it? One of my friends from Madrid reminded me of this cliché like…hmm..they only drink sangria, and dance Flamenca, and stay up gabbing until 4am, wait, no, that is a real thing. If anything, the Spanish rival the French in terms of tradition,Continue reading “Très Chic, Très Zen Bars: Des Prés Tapas in Montrouge”
New York winters are tame, well, at least they have been since I moved here. Of course, by saying this, I risk being called out by my gf (afrosty apartment is different, ok?). It’s cold here, sure. But after one or two blankets of snow, the streets clear and Brooklyn metamorphasizes back into the unique,Continue reading “The Bonnie in Astoria: A Log Cabin in the City Bar”
A good beer is never good enough. The only perfect beers are bad beers that accompany the best times. That’s what UH is really about.
I’m telling you–it was another misty winter night in Paris, same as all the others. Accompanied by sneakers and patterned socks, flowing overcoats and black-brimmed hats with pluming feathers, we arrive. It’s never so cold in Paris to not dress with elegance; life is never so challenging to not act with the same sentiment. TipContinue reading “Paris Isn’t Much of a Jungle, But There’s Always Tiger”
Opposite of me there is a couple, friends, what have you. One sports a poofy hairdo with blond tips, and the other a high-n-tight cut with a dad cap.