Secret Sushi by Bou EXPOSED!

Ok it's not that exciting, but it is a hellovalotta fun. So my friend about two months ago said "clear the night of the 25th. We're going for secret sushi." I did, I forgot about, a chime dinged on my phone about two months later and it said "secret sushi" and I had no idea... Continue Reading →

One Perfect Day in Reykjavik.

I have issues with the word tourist. In this travel soaked world we live in where cross continent airfares are often less then the cost of a good meal, the idea of tourists infiltrating your city can be a harrowing concept. When I accepted a long term project that would move me to Reykjavik, my... Continue Reading →

Jellyfish Bar Manila

I've seen a few unique bars in my life ... there is Harley's Hard Rock in Yellowknife, the northern most strip club bar in the world. There is the Caverna Antica in Ischia which is in an old Roman wine grotto that you have to spelunker to. The one that might be the most mind... Continue Reading →

Tokyo you’re too much.

Tokyo. Hold on, it gets nuts. Tokyo is huge first of all. As far as cities go it is spread out like Los Angeles with way more people walking around. It's busy, full of life, and amazing. Finding a place to stay can be a little daunting, but getting around on the subway is easy... Continue Reading →

cobble hill. stay away.

Seriously. Do not move to, or even come visit Cobble Hill in Brooklyn. It is the worst place on earth. Earth. Flint Michigan? Please, more like Daytona Beach. Detroit Michigan? Palm Springs in comparison. Hell, anywhere in Michigan is better than Cobble Hill. You should definitely go to Michigan. Here are some cheap plane tickets,... Continue Reading →

a perfect meal. the brindle room.

Spoiler alert: I am head over heals with the Brindle Room. Expect a gushy review. So, this little gem on 10th street in the village is the kinda place (that luckily for me) many people walk past. In a neighborhood crammed with celeb fueled eateries (Momofuku I'm looking at you) the Brindle Room, with its... Continue Reading →

denver. eat it.

Continuing on our series about Denver (sounds so very 60 Minutes right?) we come to a very important segment (for an Italian)... foods. When someone says Denver, the first thing I think of is John Denver. The second thing I think of is John Denver eating a Denver omelet. The third thing I think of... Continue Reading →

dear cops. I bought pot.

That's right fuzz. I bought pot. Lots of it. Pot you can smoke, and some you can even eat. And what's moreā€¦ I smoked it. In my face hole. Yup. So whatchagonnadoboutit? Nothing. That's right. Mainly because it was legal, as I bought it in Denver, Colorado; the new pothead's playground. This is the first... Continue Reading →

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