The gluten-free “apple cakelet” at Caviar & Bananas is delicious. Adorable, even. Almond biscotti and apple pie mooshed into the general appearance of something baked at Bag End. The fast, free and non-password-protected wi-fi is delicious, too, but the parallel absence of wall outlets in the seating area isn’t. “Welcome!” says one. “Move along!” says the other. This confuses me. But […]
urban bohemian life
It’s a lovely phone, don’t you think? It works, too. Or it would work if I had a landline and a converter. And somebody to call.
Maybe I’m chasing rainbows, but I’ve heard so much talk about how tomatoes used to taste or could or should taste that I’ve come to imagine something equal parts mango, prime rib and peyote. Do such tomatoes really exist? Really, really? I ask because the best tomatoes I’ve ever eaten were just tomatoes.