My favorite bakery in all of Paris happens to be just a five minute walk from my apartment. Continue reading “Always Hungry: Pain Pain”
Celebrated my pop’s birthday at Bakersfield down on Mass Ave. A funky bar and taco place, it’s a super fun place to eat and just be. Continue reading “Always Hungry: Bakersfield”
Had dinner with a few people near and dear to my heart a couple of weeks ago and took the opportunity to snap some pictures of Fat Dan’s, one of the most gnarly restaurants in Indy. We spent some time at the park before going to the restaurant to prepare ourselves for the food hurricane that was about to hit. Continue reading “Always Hungry: Fat Dan’s”
While in Milwaukee Liz took me to a local favorite known as Colectivo. Founded in 1993, they’ve been brewing coffee locally for more than 20 years. Since it’s one of her favorite places, Liz and I stopped by for a quick breakfast before a long day at the art museum.
It goes without saying that I’m picky about my pizza. After living in Italy I don’t think I can ever look at a piece of Papa John’s pizza again, let alone gas station pizza. The good news is that I can find something similar to what I was eating in Florence here in Indy.
My sister’s first job was scooping poo at a dog hotel. When she decided that wasn’t something she wanted to continue doing, she started working at Locally Grown Gardens in Broad Ripple.
Spent a lovely afternoon with a great friend at Porter Books and Bread a couple of weeks ago. The east side usually feels like a different world to me, so Porter Books and Bread was a completely new place for me. When I first pulled into the parking lot I was convinced I had the wrong place. An empty-looking series of industrial looking warehouse buildings it not where I expected to be eating lunch. Continue reading “Always Hungry: Porter Books and Bread”
Tuesday was the Feast of the Immaculate Conception in Italy, which means there were no classes! We got up late, lay around for a bit, and then decided to head to the German Christmas Market in Piazza Santa Croce. The Christmas market is basically a collection of tents set up in the square that sells everything from food to knit hats to giant hand-carved wooden spoons. Continue reading “Not the Wurst: the German Christmas Market”
On Saturday we went to the Gelato Festival. I KNOW. I’ve only been here a month but I’m already a slave to gelato. So, when I saw that there was a big festival to celebrate everyone’s fav chilly treat, I was READY. Continue reading “Gelato Festival, or How to Gain 3 Pounds in 2 Hours”