Do you ever just want to fly with Frank to some exotic moon and slurp noodles over a checkered tablecloth? Italian food is one of my all-time favorite parts of existence. Sometimes I feel Sinatra and Dean Martin inviting me to dream about Napoli. I visited once and fell in love with the statues, the…
Do cafes ever invite you in as you stroll by? That moment when tumbling architecture stacks down the side of a downtown city street. Between the cluttered intersection of 5 points and the St. Memorial park on the Saint John’s, sits a sweet cafe with delicious awning. Walking by you’ll see delicate glassware flirting with…
What is better than some spicy tacos, rice and beans for a few bucks and a Wednesday lunch? Not much. Close to work is another regular spot where the prices are killer and many people order the Speedy Gonzales before hurrying back to desk life. The only thing I’m sad I don’t bring when I…
mmm-mmm-good–Mshack Another Burger Joint?! Burger joints pop up every now and again, presenting the All-American-rather-hard-to-mess-up HAMBURGER. And yet, it does happen. I think of Graffiti Junction in Orlando where they made decent burgers, but had a menu of other mostly lackluster items (ok, the zucchini fries and taco salad aren’t terrible. But I really felt…
Warning: this is gonna be hipster heresy. Ok, I have something to confess. It’s a huge trend that I just can’t really get behind. The speakeasy bars. Hold the Bitters The handcrafted, infused with herbs and inflated prices, fancy cocktail bars. I get it though. It’s a creative ploy. Yes, prohibition-era places with dubious sounding…
