Drinks

There used to be this tiny farm-to-table café tucked behind a bookstore in our old neighborhood. They called it The Bramble & Vine, and every … Read more

Sarah wasn’t trying to impress anyone when she handed me that copper mug. I’d stopped by to grab a book she’d promised to lend me, … Read more

There used to be a tiny pizza place on Elm Street, right next to the old video rental store, that made the most incredible Halloween … Read more

My neighbor Jen wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I’d stopped by to return her cat carrier—my rescue tabby had finally gotten fixed—and the smell hit … Read more

There used to be a little French bistro tucked away on a side street downtown that made eggnog like nothing I had ever tasted. When … Read more

The blender gave one last angry shudder and then just… stopped. I was forty-five minutes into what was supposed to be a simple batch of … Read more

My daughter asked why I couldn’t just use orange soda instead of making a complicated punch from scratch for her Halloween class party. I started … Read more

It was 11:37 PM on a rainy Tuesday in late November, and I had a very specific craving for something warm, spiced, and a little … Read more

There used to be a tiny wine bar tucked behind a vintage bookstore in the East Village that made the most incredible mulled wine. When … Read more

My neighbor, a retired plumber named Gus who I honestly only ever spoke to about whose turn it was to trim the hedge, caught me … Read more