Wyatt Neumann’s mold was shattered when his jewish parents gave birth to him on Native American soil. To know Wyatt would be to understand how this is simply par for the course. His skin, garb and stride exude badass cool but his heart is as tender as the filet mignon he doesn’t...
Give Ross 5 minutes and he’ll make you think, laugh and feel like a kid. Not necessarily in that order. One of the most organized people I know, running some of the largest projects marketing can conceive, Ross has a way of making everything work out. Whether its a huge project or a troubled...
You can’t beat my family’s family dinner. Now that we’ve set the bar, there are a bunch of restaurants that have recently added a Sunday supper to their menu. I’m talking about the way Italian-Americans have been doing it for years. This I like. Now, if you were proper,...
I was introduced to Jeff three times independently. That should speak to his social circle. In a word, TREMENDOUS. Which also is an adjective used for the type of guy he is. Jeff’s one of those mild mannered, UBER connected guys that, most likely, has three degrees of separation from Obama but...
I first met Doug because he produced a project called LVHRD. Introduced to the idea through a conference he spoke at, I made it my mission to meet him and pick his brain about the invite only, random gathering, collective he dubbed LVHRD. I was fascinated by the idea that like minded people would...
There are few places that have inspired me like this miniature sandwich shop in Florence. This little hole in the wall, literally, serves up simple sammies on the freshest bread as well as offers a huge selection of wines by the glass. Here I knocked back a sopressata and ricotta, maybe the Best...
Today marks the final weekend of the Brimfield Festival, a gigantic antique sale in the Massachusetts town it’s named for. Check out what’s happening now via Barb’s Insta. Last year on our trek to this mecca we were fortunate enough to stumble upon the Miss Worcester Diner. Run by...
Within the first 3 minutes of our first meeting Bengt and I were in the throws of a deeper conversation than a first lunch meeting typically produces. The topic might have been hospital birth vs home birth but I honestly can’t remember. Every lunch with Bengt Anderson has seemed to drag us...
I wish I wasn’t right but the moment I set foot in this off-park ave south Spanish Bistro I could smell the failure. I am not sure what it was that tipped me off. The bar was well stocked, the waiters extremely attentive, the menu deep but not overwhelming and the space inviting. Especially...
This week I thought I’d dig back and post a Reheated from our Russia mayhem. Jumping on the boat back in 2009 with Tony and hitting Estonia, Helsinki, Stockhom and St. Petersburg was an epic, light filled, adventure. It made sense to heat it back up this week with all the recent Russia...
Joey and I are what you call goombahs. It took no more than 30 minutes for him and I to bond a friendship that centered around food, Italian-isms and retouching. Yes retouching. I was still a green, 22 year old kid trying to make a life in advertising. We’re talking 1997-98. On day three of my...
The way I finally ate at the famed, Steve Jobs snubbed, San Fran, rustic jewel of Italian restaurants was not the norm. The reservation is as hard as they come and in this hyper active restaurant scene city that says a lot. I got in by going big and sometimes that’s what needs to be done....
This was my best meal in Paris. What does that say about me? About Paris? I won’t even go there. Let’s just say €20 for this heaping plate of tasty. turkey and lamb mixed shwarma dominates the plate accompanied by a simple ice berg salad, cucumber and tomato salad, hummus and roasted...
It’s been praised by everyone from Anthony Bourdain to the NYTimes. Usually that means it’s over hyped, over crowded and underwhelming. Not because their recommendations were wrong but because the foodie flockers came and destroyed it. ie-Cronuts. Never-the-less, we had to check it out...
This lunch was affectionately known as Big Man lunch. I am posting it now because New Year’s Eve has defaulted to a home bound tapas reprisal of all things tasty in Spain for Missus Tasty and I. If Barcelona is new Spain than Madrid is certainly old world Spain complete with architectural...
Another post from our Paris adventures. I know, Paris seems like so long ago with India and London now in the bag. Those posts are coming soon. They are already in the que we promise. This was a quick, impulsive (well…stalkerish), quick stop. Christopher Adam, the luxury pastry chef, opened...
