All posts tagged: museum

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 …

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 …

Lyon: The Food Capital of France

I don’t speak French so I’m not quite sure what I purchased inside Les Halles. I went for the “judge a book by its cover” method and it turned out pretty ok. So, this trip was a while ago now (scusa), but I did indeed cross the border and go to France. By car. We went under a tunnel connecting the two countries. There was no passport check. I did not drive. The weather was a little bit less than desirable, but that didn’t stop the triumphant trio (I’m working on a name with the same zing as dynamic duo but applying to three individuals) from having a wonderful weekend together. First, I will let y’all in on my new go-to weekend travel consultant: the NYT 36 Hours column. If you are arriving somewhere on a Friday evening, want to have a nice dinner and a drink, get cultured the next day, walk around, again eat well and drink well, and then maybe have a market excursion on Sunday morning, this is a wonderful guide. Also, The …