I’ll never be out the kitchen-gimme room–room; eatin yall food leavin dishes. As some of my chefmates have noticed Quentin is present in class; Marquis is my middle name and he’s the cocky little $hit some love to hate… –>Inside Story
Reservations recommend; we can do the 3 bite rule in 2010; where you take 3 bites from your plate, or if you’re like me and like to eat with sexy expensive people we can share a plate… –>Inside Story
This is for my members only who value their cards like Oscars. This is not about collard greens or neck bones. Even if you get your food from Mc.Donalds–I ain’t mad at yall, cause I’ll smack a Quarter Pounder right in your face. But this round I’m comin through Soho huntin–and I’m frontin… –>Inside Story
Rollin wit the hommies…we fresh out the oven like an insert from “Clueless”–clap for her: Piece and blessing Brittany Murphy. Range Rovers, paid college tuition, pressed hair and fancy clothes. Oh and small celebrations are always in order. Break out the red plastic…
–>Inside Story
I’ve struggled with the fact that all of my new friends are designers. Does that make me shallow? I can’t even explain it, but there was a time and a place when we all were pro all black everything-black host, black starring–all black everything… –>Inside Story