All posts tagged: coffee

On the Go, NYC Style

If you haven’t heard of/ demolished the first season of Master of None on Netflix, the weekend can’t come soon enough. The past few weeks of job searching/ freelancing/ networking have just flown by. Luckily I managed to squeeze in a few days back in Tahoe with my parents to celebrate T Day and prance around in the (abundant) snow in my first foray into snowshoeing. Back in Manhattan to pursue a few leads, I’ve been exploring the Lower East Side quite a bit lately. For a while, I was staying in an Airbnb in Williamsburg, and both ends of the Bridge were just teeming with possibilities–like an outpost of Black Seed Bagels and The Butcher’s Daughter, which I have on my to-try list. Down in the LES, Aziz Ansari’s character “Dev” on Master of None does some serious romping around down there. So much so, that even the NYT Fashion & Style section did a writeup (with a map). There’s Morgenstern’s, the fancy pants ice cream place that even I was a little overwhelmed by when I visited a …

Back in New York (For Now)

I can’t believe there was a time in my life when I didn’t like smoked salmon. I mean, come on. Look at this spread from Russ and Daughters Cafe (and then click on the hyperlink so you can see a video of them putting it together). I was only gone a week, but it feels like a lot has changed here in Brooklyn. Well, it has. I’m (f)unemployed! And my counter-strategy for staying sane between emailing/ InMailing/ semi-fretting about my future is exploring yet another previously sort of unfamiliar neighborhood, Williamsburg, on foot. A large part of my genius, non-patented, neighborhood discovery plan involves frequenting various coffee shops, which must have internet to fuel my caffeine-induced productivity. Some winners in the area are Toby’s Estate (they do public cuppings every Saturday at 10 AM) and Freehold Brooklyn (feels like a cool hotel lobby bar, but there is actually no hotel). (I spend a lot of time here.) A few weeks ago, something super duper exciting happened: the Museum of Food and Drink finally opened its doors. It’s squeaky clean …

Revisiting Vermont

I can’t prove this scientifically, but I think the sky is bluer in Vermont. It’s been almost a year and a half since I said goodbye to Middlebury College and the Green Mountain State. After three years of nerding out on Latin American politics, embracing as much of the outdoors-y-ness within me as there was to embrace, and surviving two especially long, tough winters (hey, I’m from California), I was ready to head out into the world to go DO stuff. (Interestingly enough, not even a month later, I decided to enroll in a Master’s program.) I’ve been on the go almost nonstop since that moment, living out of two suitcases (that I sometimes affectionately refer to as “Big Red,” depending on how many floors of stairs I have to carry them up) in San Francisco, Northern Italy, and New York. Honestly, I haven’t really stopped to think about life back at Middlebury very often. Until I returned for Homecoming a few weekends ago. There was no big Homecoming Ball, no big alumni to-do. It was more …

Finding a New Rhythm

This is where the magic happens, folks. Well, when I’m not running around. Throughout high school and college, I learned that there is a fine line for me between “busy but feeling challenged and fulfilled in a good way” and “busy like I just want to stop doing everything because I’m so overwhelmed.” (Note that I did not include grad school in that educational list because looking back, I can see that I will probably never (ok, maybe until I retire) have the amount of time that I had in Bra to just think, listen to podcasts, go for long walks, and read to my heart’s content. Oh man.) Anyways, this first working week in New York has been a bit…stressful. Not content to just do one office internship like a sane person, I signed on for a remote internship, some contract work, and contributing articles too. I’ve gone back and forth between thinking that I have taken on too much and that I just need to give myself more time to figure out when …

Mad for MAD

Prime people watching in Retiro park. Apparently it is illegal for people to go shirtless in the city, but I didn’t see any arrests out in the lake. Ah, España. You and your tapas and late bedtimes. Last weekend I popped into Madrid for a few days to catch up with a friend from school and unexpectedly also indulge in some solid brunch. Let me tell you, the neighborhood to be is Malasaña. Street art, coffee, more coffee and boutiques tucked in here and there. If you can deal with expats of the Instagramming and gossiping variety, a few places I would recommend for a java jolt in this hood are: Toma Café. Major props for the witty postcards, the cold brew and the ’90s pop playlist they had goin’ on. Federal. Aussie inspired. Flat whites and vegan smoothies galore. Beware people at the communal table stealing your avocado toast (true story). La Bicicleta. A real coffee shop, like the laptop/work kind of place. A wonderful mixture of couches and segregated seating for people who want to type …

Coffee, Coffee, Coffee

I am not a coffee snob, so I accepted the chocolate shavings on top of my cappuccino with glee. Others might shudder.  I’m almost two weeks (12 days exactly) into my sans coffee life. No espresso. No iced coffee. No cappuccino. No nothing.  It’s wonderful. I feel invincible. Well, I’m still scared of large dogs. But definitely thumbs up. Here in Italy, the consumption of coffee is a highly social behavior almost exclusively engaged in while standing up for under 5 minutes at a time. With that in mind, here is a look into my university environment. Let’s have a cappuccino before class and talk about the day ahead. Va bene. And then at our 10:30 AM break, let’s have an espresso and talk about how tired we still are. Then after lunch, to help digestion, obviously, we will have an espresso. (I’m curious about those digestion claims, by the way.) At the 2:30 slump, we will have another one while we look longingly outside at the sun-drenched courtyard. What’s the count? I’ve lost track …

36 Hours in Munich

Surfers in an urban park. That’s a new one. Leave it to the Germans to find a way. So I’m back from a week in Germany. I had previously only spent a few (yet very comfortable) hours at the Frankfurt Airport, so I was looking forward to getting up close and personal with Deutschland. And lemme tell you, I loved it. Some of the reasons were quite silly but just so refreshing after living in a small town in Italy. These include: individuals who speak perfect English, clean buses and trains that are easy to navigate and muesli. Did I mention efficiency? After somewhat of a tumultuous departure (hooray for airlines that charge 30 euro for tickets, boo for how rude they are and how much the plane reminds you of being an animal in a feedlot), my travel companion Urmila and I made it to Munich. I am a firm believer in the NYT 36 Hours column, but this was our chance to design and execute our own version. At the suggestion of a friend, we booked an …

43 Hours in Healdsburg

My inaugural pilgrimage to the SHED was every bit as amazing as I anticipated. Don’t you love it when that happens? The NYT has their 36 Hours travel columns, there was that movie where James Franco cut his arm off after 127…but I am neither of those things so here I am to relay my quick trip up to H-burg (I’ve decided to call it that, just roll with it) with my mom for a few days before I pop back over the Atlantic to Italy. Note: this place is only one hour from San Francisco. On a road trip, obviously the job of the DJ/ navigation system manager stokes hunger, so I requested/demanded a stop at Farmstead Restaurant in St. Helena on the drive up. Last December, I took a “Full Circle Tour” with my parents of Long Meadow Ranch’s organic farm and vineyards before sitting down for a delicious lunch filled with persimmons and olive oil inside the tasting room, but this time I wanted to go peek into their restaurant. Sufficiently farm-chic decor, don’t you think? We …

An Afternoon in Cherasco

Above: some crazy low-hanging fog in the mix. There is definitely not a shortage of cute little towns with wine and food (and more food…and more food) here in the Cuneo Province. Cherasco is one of them, accessible by way of a 20 minute ride in a half-sized bus from Bra that seriously grunted to make it up the hill that it sits atop. But hey, before any mini adventure, you have to stop for coffee and a croissant, am I right? Caffe Converso hit the spot. Ok. Where were we. Yes, now fully caffeinated, ready for adventures. And where did we end up first in Cherasco? A candy shop. While we got ourselves a few free samples of the local delicacy “baci di Cherasco,” basically a chunk of crunchy hazelnut chocolate goodness, unfortunately I cannot transmit the lovely smell of cacao to you through this photo. As everyone was inside and most of the businesses were closed, we did a little walking through the more residential areas. This house was so covered in ivy I wonder if the plant will …