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.
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.
I’m not one easily seduced by celebrity endorsements or media hype. But that, along with Dashing Divas tag-line “Re-inventing the NAIL SALON experience” caught my attention. Plus, a little google research informed me that Dashing Diva has over 30 stores on 3 continents in countries like the US, Japan, Philippines, China and Kuwait. I was lured in.
There’s never been a Coelho book that didn’t both entertain me and serve as a catalyst for reassessing my thoughts on topics such as love, courage, faith, freedom or forgiveness. (A true Gemini, I always love a man that stimulates my mind).
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.
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?
