Blue Hill at Stone Barns

There’s no question that farm to table has become a fairly mainstream concept, or at least one that many restaurants claim to embody in their fare. But farm to table is something I have always struggled with in a city like New York, where a dining adventure to, say, the East Village, doesn’t channel any… Continue reading Blue Hill at Stone Barns

Picoso. Picante. Perfecto.

Following (rigorous) life in San Diego, I took a short hiatus from tequila when I moved to NYC. But to this day, a spicy margarita is one thing I have trouble turning down…particularly on snowy days like today. These sweet and spicy concoctions, always featuring some unique intricacy or accoutrement, balance heat and tang in… Continue reading Picoso. Picante. Perfecto.