For Brandon's birthday this year, I decided to spend money on an experience rather than a thing. I booked us a weekend in Woodstock on a huge farm, through Tentrr. It was a happy medium for both of us. Brandon got to sleep in a tent, and cook over a fire; I got a real mattress and a town with adorable shops.
Before we left for Japan. I didn’t have the slightest clue that any sort of coffee culture existed there. I assumed we would have green tea served with every meal, but you know what they say: when you assume, you make an ass out of you and me.
It was a present for our one year anniversary, the most romantic gift I’d ever been given. A weekend in Pareeee. Did I remember any of my junior high school French? More importantly, what would I wear??? He told me about a week in advance, and when I asked why he didn’t just tell me en route to the airport, he said “because your Mom warned me.” I laughed.
When I say a 25-course symphony, by God I mean symphonic orchestra, front row seats at the Met. Every single piece was a subtle harmony of warm sticky rice and the freshest fish I've ever eaten. It was really challenging for me to decide where to try an omakase meal in Tokyo, and I hope my article helps you narrow down your choices
Konichiwa readers! As you may or may not know from my Instagram, I just returned from a life changing trip to Japan. It was such an eye-opening experience, and I learned so, so much. I am excited to share my thoughts with you on everything from Japanese etiquette to my favorite coffee shop in Kyoto. Up first, my thoughts on the tradition of bowing.
From the wafting scent of freshly-ground beans, to the steam that creeps up the sides of the Chemex, to the very first sip that touches my parched, morning lips. Drinking coffee is an exclusive relationship that presents itself at sunup, shortly after the clamor of my alarm.