I went to the White Horse Tavern for dinner knowing full well it’s a watering hole and not a fine culinary destination. I’m not a belly-up-to-the-bar kinda gal but I was hoping this West Village landmark would be overflowing with brooding, scruffy and disheveled looking writer types. I thought a fling with a tormented artist might be fun.
I nestled into this dimly lit, cozy little nook that’s relatively new on the West Village scene. It definitely made a great 1st impression with its initial attraction being it’s low key sex appeal and totally organic menu. The English accent of my casually stylish waitress didn’t hurt either.
Everyone from Facebookers to professional writers are plugged in at the Cocoa Bar where you can take advantage of free WiFi while indulging passionately in specialty chocolates and a complementary glass of wine, coffee or tea.
Set in a Tribeca wine shop that doubles as a retail store and event location with a modern stainless steel kitchen, my “Wine 101: A Sensory Guide” class at New York Vintners was a 2-hour life changing experience. All this time I’d been using wine to dull my senses and to “take the edge off” due to my PMSD (Post Marital Stress Disorder). Far from possessing a discriminating palate, I couldn’t differentiate a Pinot Noir from a Malbec or Petit Sirah from a Cabernet Sauvignon.
If you don’t love yourself first, how do expect anyone else to love you? How many times have you readthat in a self-help book! Well, I recently came to the realization that, when it comes to food, rather than loving and nurturing my body, I was nurturing my addiction for all things fatty and salty; specifically cheese and bacon.
There’s nothing like comfort food on a Sunday afternoon. I enjoyed brunch at a charming, country-cottage style cafe in Tribeca called Kithcenette where they serve the kind of home-cooked meals mama used to make.
A cute little confection in itself, BabyCakes is a safe-haven for those with food sensitivities and an insatiable sweet tooth like myself.
Roaming ravenously through the West Village before my much-needed therapy session, I stumbled across Good Restaurant. How could I possibly go wrong when I was craving exactly that; a good restaurant?
