From Miami to Boston to New York to Atlanta, it’s been a mayhem-and-magic filled month. An art-installation restaurant, a ramen master-master class, a music legend-in-the-making to private flights… my weeks in recap, from start to finish, go!
From pop-up Kanye at the Jane to Umphrey’s McGee at Brooklyn Bowl, the New York music scene has had no shortage of acts this month. 23-year-old Afrojack gave the people what the came for at Pacha - a unique blend of chart topping hits like “Louder than Words,” mixed with clean upbeat rhythms and instrumental favorites like “Zeggie” and “Bounce Little Kitty.” It was one of the craziest nights I’ve ever experienced, but the question is, can the cutie keep up with crowd? Hopefully he’ll drop some new goodies at Coachella.
Dine. Market Table.
Thursday. January 13.
Exploring my new ‘hood is no small task. But thankfully I have some foodie-friends who are up for the challenge. Market Table - located on charming Carmine Street, isn’t anything new, or particularly special for that matter. At first glance, its an open, casual dining space with floor-to-ceiling windows and amber lighting. But these are all the fixings of a true neighborhood spot. The exposed brick, candlelit tables and approachable vibe make it a perfect first-date place; the varied, warm yet creative menu (and wine list) make it a place you’ll keep coming back to. Test drive the dory – really, it’s delish for fish.
Cook. Ramen Noodle & Gyoza Cooking Class.
Friday. January 14.
If you know anything about me, you know that my love for Ramen runs deep and true. So when @MNipon shared the news of a Ramen class with none other than Master Hiroko Shimbo, I was sold. Ramen chefs are pretty much perfectionists, and like me, they take their ramen seriously. With thousands of years of recipes and ingredients, it was time for me to take it back to tradition. Author, blogger and Chef-extraordinaire Shimbo led us down a fast 5-hour course of cooking two popular styles (shoyu and miso) and all the details that go with it- yes, I rolled that fatty pork (Rabbi, forgive me). At the end, grab your glass of wine, plate of dumplings and start-a-slurping. “In every bowl of noodle soup there is a drama.”- Hiroko Shimbo… Aka the story of my life.
Drink. Riff Raff’s.
Friday. January 14.
It’s too bad I moved out of the ‘hill, because Riff Raff’s, a new underground club/bar is just what the neighborhood ordered. Part tiki-bar (think lais, Hawaiian woods, fruity cocktails), part club (live music, free-flowing tequilla, girls on tables) and part, well, I’m not sure, Riff Raff stands out a place to keep warm in the cold. Hunker down with the neon tiger over the door, or the sexy (truthfully, they are) waitresses applying face paint or the punch bowl of booze.
! There’s nothing like flying private. There’s no need to arrive two hours before your departure, no check-in line, no pat-down at security or squeezing your bag into the overhead compartment. Instead, there’s guaranteed on-time departure (unless of course you decide to spend more time in Nantucket), pulling up to the plane on the tarmac (exactly the way you see in the movies), advanced security screenings (ok, I sort of miss the TSA) and a plane full of space for you, and your golf bag, too. Board a bad-boy with the Magellan Jets Voyager Gift Card on Jetsetter.com!