So this is my kitchen. I know, right? Tiny, small, little, underwhelming. It’s why I don’t cook as often as I’d like. But hey, we gotta make do with what we have, no? And so the other night I pulled out the ol’ Crock Pot and vowed to make something delicious but simple: Screenwriter’s Chili.
OK, I see you’re hung up on the name, and we’ll get to that later. But here’s the thing — this dish is relatively quick, tasty, and, best of all, easy. I had a hankerin’ for it, and I was gonna prepare it. And in this post, I’m gonna teach you how to prepare it, too.
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“Make your vision so clear that your fears become irrelevant.” —James Goll
Earlier this year, I took time out to make a vision board. Yes, that’s right, a vision board.
For the one or two of you who have no idea what this is, a vision board is one upon which you display images that represent whatever you want to be, or do, or have in your life.
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So, instead of going to my usual spot — which, apparently, the entire world knows I frequent — I decided to go to a different spot to get drunk. This was cool because I got to meet a whole new strata of people, experience a different breed of bartender, and I was never in danger of “fucking up anyone’s money,” as some would say.
I made the trek to Do or Dive in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, the former home of a supposedly pretentious, Michelin-starred dining spot that had transformed into a hipster’s wet dream of irony and kitsch, complete with vintage beer signs, retro TVs with UHF dials, and a stuffed shark chomping on an old-school Budweiser can. I mean, the place’s mascot is a kerchief-wearing Frenchie named Poops — and she has her own oversize graffiti logo greeting you as you walk in. Continue reading “🍸 | So I Went to a Different Bar and Got Drunk and Had Fun”
My homegirl Kimmy was visiting NYC this weekend and wanted to meet up, so I suggested we hit up Miss Lily’s in Greenwich Village, at the corner of West Houston and Sullivan streets, for brunch.
For those who are unfamiliar, Miss Lily’s is, according to its website, a “Jamaican-style diner” that culls “from the diverse roots of Jamaican cuisine,” with a menu that offers “modern renditions of island specialties like jerk chicken, escovitch fish, oxtail and curried goat.”
Here’s my definition: Miss Lily’s is a hip spot that serves good-ass food and is populated by beautiful people — that includes the patrons and the staff.
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