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”
There’s really no ‘scene’ in this part of Paris. It’s disappointing to me because, in contrast, the fringe of New York is where the scene begins. Porte D’Orleans, the place is synonymous with fringe, or Door of Orleans, or ‘how the hell did I end up here.’ Amidst the unending horizon of shady bar-tabacs, fast foodContinue reading “7 Places Both Near and Far Enough from Porte D’Orleans for a Drink”
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”
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”
The bartender, feeling himself, threw in an orange wedge just because.
The term Speakeasy is an evocative concept, or at least, it used to be. It was Kafka-esque, an unknown behind an unmarked door.
‘It’s reliable, cheap, but is still, at the end of the day, a basic well drink.’ Find out how to get out of this mundane routine of ordering Gin-and-Tonics.