Tonight began at the outdoor garden at Miracle Grill where I consumed two mango margaritas in record time. As soon as the waiter mentions “fresh puree,” I know I’ll need two. Then, I moved onto the talapia tacos. From the alfresco dining, I moved on to then ingest way more food than could actually fit in my strapless corset thanks to the tasting menu at Jack’s Luxury Oyster bar. In a phrase: it was an Amy Mann song… something to be savored. Is there really anything better than food and wine tastings? God, it takes so little to please me… I don’t care what you’ve read. The way to my heart is through my stomach and a chick flick.
Questions I answered today:
How would you describe dating in New York City if you could only use 3 words?
How would you describe yourself using only three words?
When did your parents get divorced and who did you side with?
Are you really on isight?
Do you think you’re brave?
Were you walking uptown today wearing a green sweater?
Have you ever been to New Orleans?
Would you prefer the corn soup or foie gras?
Are you closer to your mother or father?
What is your relationship with your sister like?
Where do you want to visit next?