I had the fortune or misfortune, depending how you look at it, to have a tonsillectomy exactly a year ago. It may be all ice cream and naptime for kids, but let me tell you, for semi-adults, recovering from a T & A (tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy for you ENT newbies)

Tis the season of endless parties – it’s not even Decemeber, yet, and I already have three holiday celebrations, two birthday parties, and one housewarming to attend – and it’s expected that I bring some refreshments to all of them. I keep my busy, booze-filled schedule affordable by going to

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Crappy Chinese food is a weakness of mine. Since I also love authentic, well-made Chinese cuisines, this fact usually fills me with shame. That is until I think of the many Mexicans I have known throughout my life that eat Taco Bell like it’s manna coming down in a rain

I’m always looking for ways to work out some energy by hitting the dance floor without paying the price of my first-born child for a drink, and sometimes just dancing around my living room is not enough. So, when I feel the need to get down to some old school

In the interest of full disclosure, I’ll admit that I’m often wary of hot food bars – there’s all the people, the open air food, the fact that everything looks great but there’s a 90% chance it doesn’t taste that way – let’s face it, the buffet is always a

NYC is the city of a thousand and one restaurants – if you’re in the mood for a certain dish, there’s probably someplace that’ll make it for you. Yet, sometimes, you need something so specific that you’re left scratching your head and wondering, “Where the hell can I get that?!”

Happy Hour – those two words can make my face light up like a child who just got her first taste of Halloween candy. In other words, I’m a big fan, and thank goodness I live in a city where it’s always Happy Hour somewhere. Sometimes, though, I find myself

It’s in situations like this I wonder what the point of writing is. I mean, that gap between understanding and the words that I’m writing is so vass! I will attempt to be as detailed and as clear as possible, but I know that I will never be able express