Lunch Lady
Foreign Features
I sip wine, and spit vintage flows with my bestie Sebastian. I love going over art when I’m going over Pad Thai. Plus he keeps Yurman around his neck and that’s cool to me–“chain heavy, my chain too heavy…”
Everyone Wants To Be
Where are the real people! Well I found them. I always enjoy going out to the Hamptons to relax–such a brilliant place. So, during the monthly get-a-way I found my love for Halle Berry again, and the beauty of shrimp and grits!….
Freeze Me
I turned my phone off. If you got one ring then I denied your call. Enjoying simple things in life that still make me gasp. I decided to postpone all the bad and have lunch with my friend Paolo visiting from Rome…
House Keepin
The City life is cute; late nights, shinny garments, but intertwining life with a little town & country is a must–darling; no slang. Sag Harbor is the place where your Blackberry has no reception; no emails, no drama–just good talk…
Fried Green Tomatoes
Nothing’s more casual, cute and unassuming then a Monday business lunch in SoHo . I party down a few blocks down from where Bevin and I ate our side of fries (that we shared) and a cappucino to keep the weekend lag at bay…
It’s Mr. Phifer At The Table
I’m sure Vargo’s packed them in during the 70s and 80s, and was THE place to be seen in Houston’s west suburbs. We drove up through the white gates into the ample parking lot and immediately the gardens outside took our breath away…
Gettin My Summer On
If you ever home to Houston you must visit the Ragin Cajun, it’s like New Orleans, Texas. My dad is real good friends with the owner so when we come we eat good. I’ve ordered the samething since the 90’s and nothing has changed…
I’m Not Myself Tonight
So this Master Cleanse has me feeling some type of way, I’m doing things that I normally don’t do. It’s only so much spicy lemonade I can handle. Which means I had to tap into some Pearl for the best five dollar menu in Atlanta…
The Rose Garden Party
Don’t be rude Sham, it’s a party of 7; this one is for the fam: all money is legal, and Atlanta is mighty fine–look inside and realize we’re on the move to get that Southern cuisine–who cares how we eat as long as we stack–it’s all about the etiquettes baby…
Mr. & Mrs.
The only time I deal with is the past tense; Saturday Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday–Friday; I was sitting at the diner with my Honey B–dressed in basic black and white; Purple Label, me. Dolce & Gabana, her…
