Ice cream shops with 26 flavors of soft serve, and summer thunderstorms.
Neither really needs an explanation.
I was thrilled to see a dapper chap riding a Public bike this morning in Soho. During my last year in SF, they were one of my favorite local discoveries (that I happened to write about). Love the retro design and punchy colors, love that they’re made for city riding, love that I would look cute riding one.
Love.
What I will be wearing on the 4th.
One of our favorite pages from the just released #matchbook6! We love a sailor stripe :) (illustration: Katie Evans)
Ever had a Pop Rocks cupcake? I have, courtesy of NYC’s Baked by Melissa. It’s pretty spectacular…imagine a dessert that’s sensational (in two senses of the word).
Just don’t wash it down with soda. Because, you know, that would be bad.
My coworker Jen is sporting bright pink lipstick not unlike this today. Loves. Just wanted to give her a shout-out for being bold.
(Source: jazn)
Quesadillas aren’t often inspirational. But the ones at Ofrenda in the West Village deserve a little poetic waxing.
Somehow the ingredients (black beans, three cheeses) and toppings (crema, spicy avocado crema, a little pico) combined for the perfect bite. And they weren’t gooey in the least. In fact, they were shockingly light.
Get ‘em during happy hour, when margaritas are a mere five American dollars. They’re so good, you might want to get two orders, like we did. Yeah. We went there.
Photo: From Serious Eats, which has a great story on the bar snacks at Ofrenda.
Plonk.
(noun): cheap wine and a word I just learned from our London editor.
Used in a sentence: Don’t ask me how I’d never heard it before, considering how much plonk I drink on a regular basis.
Photo: DerekGavey / Flickr
Brilliant. And probably finger-licking good.
I bet these are way more crispy than the original..
