Yesterday afternoon, I found myself down in the historic Financial District of Manhattan, rushing to the New York Stock Exchange for the first time. I was invited back to the news program, Cheddar TV, to represent my publication and discuss the latest travel trends we are seeing. The last time I filmed… [Read More]
It is perhaps my first time walking down the cobblestone streets of DUMBO (an acronym for Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass) and each turn seems to reveal a picturesque view of the Manhattan Skyline. The Jacques Torres shop sends sweet smells of chocolate wafting over Water Street while the famous intersection of Water and… [Read More]
You’ve mastered the art of hailing a cab, have practiced that steely ‘New York’ gaze and have surgically attached your iPhone to your hand but somehow you’re still branded with the scarlet “T” for Tourist.
The room is dark albeit a single circle of light illuminating a handsome comic and solitary microphone stand positioned in front of an audience. There are perhaps 15 people nestled side-by-side in the crowded space, yet each one is laughing as the comedian allows his well-timed jokes to roll off his lips and ignite the… [Read More]
Now, in my late twenties, I can tell the mark of a good ice cream when I don’t just pick out the best parts but actually finish the whole cone. The following spots in NYC have passed my own personal ice cream test as it would be a crime to simply pick apart these treats and not devour the whole thing.
As I write this I am picking shards of stray ice cream cone shamelessly out of my beige scarf and eating it. Sure, I may be strolling down the streets of New York but if the people around me had just eaten what I did, they might be picking every last bite off their… [Read More]
The air felt cool as it hit my face and my bicycle cut through the night down 34th Avenue in Queens. Lively music seemed to emanate from every corner of the borough as my boyfriend, Jeff, and I cycled past. Each passing block seemed to hold the promise of a party where neighbors and… [Read More]
I imagined my one bite of cricket would prepare me for the stomach-churning menu prepared by chef David George Gordon, known as the “bug chef” for his culinary masterpieces and published book Eat-a-Bug Cookbook. Chef Gordon had prepared (brace yourself) cockroach canapés, tempura tarantulas, bacon-wrapped crickets from Cambodia and Oaxaca grasshopper kebabs.
I may have been sitting in the heart of Manhattan but on this particular day Central Park felt like a faraway fairy tale complete with whimsical statues, blossoming flowers and giggling children lazily sailing toy boats across the nearby pond. Like an eye in the center of a hurricane, Central Park was languid and calm–impervious to the swirling crowds, honking cabs and subways just beyond the tree line.