Boogie Wonderland


Last night, after a dinner party with friends, and an alcohol-impaired session of the Name Game, our group went dancing. I love to dance, and as you get older, your opportunities become limited to weddings and bar-mitzvahs. When I read about the recent opening of Retro Club NYC a dance club that catered to people my age, that played the music I loved, and served cosmos, I knew I’d be going sooner rather than later. There was no bouncer at the door, the entrance fee was $10, and the playlist was epic. I’ll be back.


I often feel like a kid in a candy store living in NYC, but this week I witnessed actual kids in a candy store at Economy Candy. I was there filling up the senbei jar that I keep on my kitchen counter, and the door opened, and a class trip came streaming in. The squeals were at a decibel I haven’t heard in a while. I’m not known to squeal, but I could relate to their excitement. It’s how I feel when a new restaurant opens in my neighborhood, like BoucherieTender Greens, and Simon and the Whale or when I walk down a street I haven’t yet discovered, and it’s a gold mine.

This week I had a plan to visit H Mart to buy my favorite Japanese mayonnaise, Kewpie (I promise, buy Kewpie and you’ll never buy Hellman’s again). Normally, I walk up Broadway, but that day, I was coming from the subway on Park. Walking on 32nd street, which is officially Koreatown, I was astounded by the depth and breadth of Asian culinary options. I can’t recommend any yet, but my son works in the neighborhood, and I’m going to make it a point of meeting him for lunch more often.

While wandering on Prince Street, I was so excited to see that Allbirds opened a shop in NYC. I LOVE their wool sneakers and wear them whenever I have a lot of walking in my day. They come in many fun colors, and a new slip on version. Up until a few months ago, you could only order online. If you go to the store wearing your Allbirds, they give you a pair of new shoelaces (in fun colors) for free.


A highlight of the week was attending the Global Girls Glow celebration after their presentation at the UN for the Commission on the Status of Women . Global Glow was founded by my friend Kylie Schuyler and works on breaking barriers to education and success for young girls. They currently work with over 6000 girls in 27 countries. I am so proud of the work they are doing, and it was a privilege to hear some of the girls tell their story.


And speaking of fun charity events, I want to tell you about a delicious event coming up on April 16th. I’m on the advisory board of the Bronx Academy of Letters  a public school in the poorest congressional district in the US. I help the high school seniors write their college essays, as well as fund raise for the school.  Every year our honorary chairperson, Anthony Bourdain gathers the best NYC chefs to come and cook for 500 of our friends. Please consider buying a ticket and joining us for an amazing night!


Have fun. Be bold.




I Do.


One of the things I love about living in NYC is that at some point, friends who live far and wide arrive for one reason or another (this week it was a Haiku event, college tours and a 50th birthday). These short, but oh so sweet meetups are the best excuse for dining out and drinking on weekdays. And this week was no exception. There was a dinner at Nur which is always a dining experience. The chef is Israeli, and the dishes are exotic. They use ingredients that I’ve never heard of, so it makes eating here an adventure. Make sure to book ahead (way ahead). Moving from the Middle East to the Far East, our group had a delicious meal at Atoboy a newish Korean restaurant from an adorable young Korean couple who are about to open another restaurant, Atomix this spring. This is the perfect place to go with a group (they max out at 6), but the menu is divided into three sections, and each person chooses one from each group. Go with six people, and you can order one of everything on the menu and share.

Thursday happy hour found me at Mari Vanna an authentic Russian restaurant across the street from my apartment. You can sit at the bar and enjoy their blinis and caviar for $14 (it’s much more expensive at dinner). They also make a mean lychee martini.

Friday night, Tom and I went to see Carousel on Broadway. The opening is still a week away, but the theater was packed and on their feet for the curtain calls. Jessie Mueller (Beautiful, Waitress) and Joshua Henry (Aaron Burr in the first US tour of Hamilton) are superb. The dancing is just as good as the singing, and the young girl who plays their daughter is also a soloist in the New York City ballet, and this is her Broadway debut. That being said, the show is incredibly sexist, and I found it unsettling. When Billy Bigelow dies, I wanted to scream “Yes! You’re better off without him!” I know this show has been revived many times on Broadway, but in today’s #metoo world, it just doesn’t hold up; in fact, it’s insulting.


Weekend brunch was at Left Bank a recommendation from a friend. It’s far west Soho, in a really cute neighborhood that I don’t often find myself. The restaurant had a great vibe, warm, and inviting, and I wanted to order one of everything on the menu. Their brunch offerings go outside the norm, with choices like sweet or savory Dutch Baby (see below), and pot roast, eggs, and potato latkes. I will return.


Saturday night Tom and I sat in a candlelit place of worship watching as two young, fresh people said I do. I adore everything about weddings. The pomp, the circumstance, the toasts, the overflowing champagne, and of course the love. There is no other event in life where the star of the show is love.

As I write the last few sentences of this blog, the sun is streaming through my windows (reminding me to call the cleaner). It’s been a long and cold winter, but with daylight savings today, I can almost feel spring in the air. It makes me want to start making a list of all the outdoor cafes and rooftops bars I need to visit!

Have fun. Be bold.




The City Never Sleeps Better Slip You An Ambien


I didn’t get a ton of sleep this week, but I can’t blame it on NYC. I often wonder why mother nature thought that when women become a certain age, they no longer need sleep. Why she felt we need to roll around in bed at 2 am worrying about problems that are unsolvable, making to-do lists, or writing novels we can’t remember in the morning escapes me. Now, when I pass by my tightly made bed during the day, I stare it down like it’s an enemy I’ll have to battle later on.

Sleepless nights didn’t find me lounging around on the couch. It was week 9 in the job search, and so far I’ve applied to ten jobs, had two interviews, and have heard nothing since. Last night I had dinner with a millennial, and after explaining my thoughts on age bias in the workforce, her advice was to lop off anything on my resume that had a 1 in front of it, as in 1988.  Week 10 will find my job applications with a newly improved resume – nothing before 2000. I’ll keep you posted on my little bias experiment.

It was a delicious week. I had a fantastic lunch at Mamman which isn’t new to NYC, but new to my neighborhood. I envision many re-writes of my novel taking place at one of their communal farmhouse tables. I am addicted to the stuffed pita at Miznon. I asked the adorable Israeli cashier which pita was her favorite and she said without hesitation it was the folded cheeseburger. She was not wrong. They serve their pitas with the most giant shishito pepper I’ve ever eaten. I’m going back soon for the roast beef, her number two pick.


I went to a super fun birthday dinner at Macao. The perfect place to celebrate with a big group. Great plates for sharing, an intimate, yet warm and friendly room, and if you’re lucky, a jazzy band that’s just the right amount of entertainment.

I’ve mentioned Play by Play before – it’s my seat filler club. This week I was fortunate to get an orchestra center seat to see The Parisian Woman for $4.50.

Tom and I got a reservation at Pasquale Jones the super hot pizza spot in Nolita, and we loved it. Welcoming space, friendly staff, and a great pie.

Dinner, Saturday night at Houseman, wasn’t boring. We were showered with broken glass on three different occasions. I found this almost statistically impossible, but it happened. We were picking glass out of our laps, clearing it from our table and once we had to get up from our seats so the busboy could wipe them down. I think they need to invest in stronger glassware and should also consider the concept of comping. In the end, they sent us dessert wine that no one wanted. I hate it when restaurants don’t understand hospitality. I wanted to love the place, the food was super yummy and creative, and I walked away thinking, meh. Not to mention, the bartender was cranky. I’m not a fan of cranky bartenders.

When I moved into my neighborhood eight months ago, I noticed a karaoke bar on 17th street. I tucked its existence away for future reference, and the future was last night. I’m terrible at karaoke, but I’m married to someone who kills it, and some of my best Tokyo nights were spent at Fiesta in Roppongi.  Karaoke One7 is the perfect combination of karaoke and bar. They have private rooms in the back, and every once in a while, the front door opens, and a small van pulls up with a group that would snake through the bar to their private cave. But the bar is for those who want to sing among strangers. For $2 a song (or $20 to cut to the front of the line), you can lead the disparate crew to the tune of your choice. It’s fascinating how music and booze can make the fastest of friends.

So excited for the Oscars tonight!

Have fun. Be bold.


Dating After 50.


Most of my friends either became empty nesters this past year or will become one in the next year or two, which means CHANGE and in some cases, significant change. Some couples choose to downsize to smaller homes in less expensive towns, some move into the city, some get divorced, and others spend a lot of time talking about all of the above. These real estate/lifestyle decisions can have a huge impact on your circle of friends. Until your last child graduates from high school, your friends, for the most part, have probably been around since you met as nervous new parents in kindergarten. Of course, over the years, some fall by the wayside, but at least for me, my friends up until that point were those I met when my daily life was very different.

While I had a few friends who already lived in NYC, moving here left me without my regular circle of girls and couples too, which brings me to the concept of dating after 50. The title of this post refers to meeting new people and being open to doing so, which is not an easy thing to do at our age. Old friends know and love us, warts and all; not necessarily the case when you’re dating someone new. But after 50, it’s important to show your true self as you have little time to waste being someone you’re not. Since I moved, I’ve said yes to anyone who offered to “fix me up” with a new friend they thought I’d really hit it off with, and for the most part, these setups have gone well. And after a few “dates,” we’ve even moved on to include our husbands. My advice is to say yes to anyone who wants to introduce you, and have faith that the person has a very good reason to do so.

Tuesday’s 70-degree sunny day was a well-appreciated gift. I had plans with a new friend (see above) to meet at noon on Park and 19th. Our only objective was to walk south and find somewhere to eat lunch outside. We ended up at a favorite spot in the West Village, Via Carota. We were able to get a table outside, and we toasted the day with an Aperol Spritz. The food is also fabulous. IMG_8141

On the walk home, we stopped at the new outpost of il laboratorio del gelato a favorite of mine on the lower east side that recently opened on University, close to Union Square Park. The flavor profiles of the gelato are unique and so delicious.IMG_8143

On Friday night, Tom and I had tickets to see Romeo and Juliet at the NYC Ballet. I Texted Rex for a rec for pre-theater dinner and “he” suggested The Ribbon. While the food was totally decent – fresh oysters and excellent burgers, it was filled with loud, jumping toddlers. This happened to us on another Friday evening when we went to Hillstone. I’ve learned my empty nest lesson: do not go to popular American restaurants on Friday night before 9 pm. I love kids, but not when I’m out for dinner on a weekend. The ballet, by the way, was beautiful. I highly recommend it.

Saturday we met up with our daughter and her college roommate at Dante in the West Village. A NYC landmark since 1915, when it was a meeting house for Italian immigrants. It has been newly re-opened by an Australian family who has tried very hard to stick to the roots, while also adding a very Aussie spin. We enjoyed our meal – if you go, you must order the almond milk pancakes. I will think about that dish again and again until I return!


Tom and I have been enjoying our new Movie Pass. We still can’t believe that you can pay $7.95 per month and you get to go to one movie of your choice every day. This weekend we squeezed in Phantom Thread and 15:17 to Paris (great story, terrible movie). If you love movies, and you haven’t signed up, do it!

We were happy to welcome friends from Rye Saturday night for cocktails in our apartment, and then we all walked over to Boqueria. You can make a large party reservation (6 or more) if you agree to the $49/pp family style tapas meal. It is so much food; we had to take the paella course to go (but we didn’t forgo the churros). The place was jammed with a great vibe, and if we had a slightly larger table it would have been even better.

We ended the week at brunch with some new friends (see above) at an old favorite, Minetta Tavern, which happens to be on the same block as Dante and has the same sort of history. It originally opened in 1937, and boasted Hemingway as a patron. Later on, in 2009, Keith McNally reopened the spot to serious fanfare – it was impossible to get a table. The buzz is now gone, but the place still packs them in, and you know you will have a great meal regardless of what you order.

Have fun. Be bold.


Paris Unplanned


I’m laughing as I type in the title to this post because anyone who knows me knows I would never go to Paris without planning. However, I kept the scheduled activities to a minimum. Tom and I had an entire week to ourselves in Paris, and I wanted it to be as spontaneous as possible. We’d been to Paris before, both on our own, and together, which meant this time around our trip would be less about checking things off and more about going with the flow.

What was great about the trip was sleeping late, without worrying about where we had to be, as any plans I’d made always started with a lunch reservation. Some of the gastronomic highlights included the crepe complete at Breizh Cafe, the onion soup at Le Philosophes the pistachio and chocolate escargot at Du Pain et des Idees  the steak frite at Le Severo the beef bourguignon at Le 6 Paul Bert the absolute beauty of Le Grand Coeur, the carrot veloute at The Clown Bar (the pigeon pictured below, not so much), the poached egg with shaved truffles at Bistrot Belhara and the warm fuzzy feeling we had at Gaspard de la Nuit.

Of course, besides eating, shopping and drinking champagne (there was a lot of the latter), we filled our days with long walks to nowhere, which ended up including Montmartre, Luxembourg Garden, St. Germain des Pres, La Tour Eiffel, The Louis Vuitton Foundation, The Musee Rodin, Saint Chapelle, Le Marais (many times), Canal St. Martin, the Musee D’Orsay, and Conciergerie. We even had drinks at Hotel Costes with our friend Saniya, who was in town for work. I love being an ex-expat, as I find my chances of finding friends wherever I go increases ten-fold.

*One of our best nights ended with the late show of Le Crazy Horse. I loved it, but not as much as Tom. If you haven’t been, I highly recommend it.

About shopping, it felt like the entire city of Paris was on sale. Every store window had a “Soldes” display. If you want to come to Paris to shop, come in January/February. In addition to returning to Tom’s favorite spot to buy his funky shirts, he’s become “famous” for at Coton Doux I discovered City Pharma (aka the French Fountain of Youth). I think I am the last person on earth to learn of its treasures as it was by FAR the most crowded of any establishment Tom and I entered all week! I left with a bag full of goodies.

I truly enjoyed our unintentional week away, but…if I had to do it all again, with a little more organization (sorry, I just can’t help myself), I would create lists by arrondissement of places of interest, so that when we went to the far reaches of Paris for dinner or lunch (which we often did), I would have an idea of what I could see or do while there. In my experience, many of the new hot places to eat are not necessarily located in the most central of locations.

One of the things I like most about traveling is the research I do leading up to a trip. Of course, I ask friends who’ve been many times which is a great resource, but I also love me some boots on the ground. For that, I go to my favorite bloggers. For Paris, I’ll always ask my friend Dina for food advice. This time around, she recommended Le 6 Paul Bert and also was a big help in making a few hard to get reservations. You can follow her at She’s a fellow Tokyo expat, who lived in Paris before moving to New York a few years ago. She also has excellent tips for eating in NYC and Tokyo. I also love Lindsey Tramuta who blogs at and is the author of the new book The New Paris a fantastic source for all things Paris. And lastly, I love reading Sara Leiberman’s newsletter Overthinking It.

Here are some snaps of our winter week in Paris. I’m sure people questioned our decision to go in winter, but Paris is beautiful any time of year, and there is nowhere more romantic to celebrate Valentine’s Day!

Merci beaucoup to D’anna for making the week possible.

Have fun. Be bold.




Paris Prep

I’d hoped to be writing this week’s blog entry from Paris, where Tom and I planned to spend Valentine’s week, but Air France had other plans. Our flight was canceled last night with no warning, most likely due to the record-breaking snow that has blanketed the city of light, but hopefully, we’ll get out this evening. As Audrey Hepburn said in Sabrina, ‘Paris is always a good idea.’ I’m looking forward to iconic Paris selfies with snow!

This week was not the normal fun-filled, activity-laden emptynest week as I was in full “find a job” mode. What I’ve found is that looking for a full-time job is a full-time job. But  I’m making progress, which is a good feeling. That doesn’t mean I was inside the entire week either.


On Monday, I had a surprise visit during the day from #2 son who, with excellent foresight, took the Monday off following the Superbowl. We went for a spontaneous lunch at Studio, the new all-day dining space in the Freehand Hotel on Lexington and 23rd. I would say that the ambiance is better than the food, (see above), but hopefully, they’ll get the “newby” kinks out and improve. An incredible rooftop bar will open in the summer.

I had a delicious Mexican lunch with a friend at La Contenta Oeste in the West Village. What I loved about the menu, was that all the standard Mexican favorites are there, but also, you’ll find great salads and fish made with Mexican ingredients but skew healthy and fresh.

To prepare for all the walking I will be doing in Paris; I went for my favorite Medical Pedicure. I always go to the 30 Park Avenue location, which is inside a podiatrist’s office. Medical pedicures are very different than the pedicures you get at your local nail salon. I highly recommend them, and the price isn’t much more than you’d pay in a salon.

And speaking of looking for a full-time job, I found a great new (at least to me) clothing store that comes from Sweden. It’s called Cos. They have three locations in NYC (5th Ave, Soho, and in the Oculus) and I feel they have a modern take on work clothes. I could see myself wearing their clothes to my new office (wherever and whenever that may be). And the price point is affordable.

Time to stuff too many clothes into 2 checked bags. Next week’s blog will be from Paris!

Au revoir NYC!

Have fun. Be bold.



Points of View

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I have no business hanging out in FiDi. I have no job that takes me there, nor any other reason to take the 6 train to Fulton Street, and yet I find myself returning time and again. It could be the unparalleled view from The Bar Room at Temple Court, or the rosé gummie bears and other assorted alcohol-infused candies they sell at Sugarfina in the Oculus,  or the “feels like Paris” vibe of Augustine it’s an area I suggest adding to any NYC itinerary.


At the beginning of the week, the weather allowed for a quick walk with a friend on the bridal path in Central Park. We didn’t have much time, so we entered the park at 85th and 5th and walked up to 96th. You get a “big bang for the buck” on the quick trip as the view is breathtaking and you can stop in for a brekkie board and a flat white at Blue Stone Lane on East 90th Street inside the Church of the Heavenly Rest.

I met up with a friend from out of town at Danji for lunch. Danji is one of my “go to” spots for a pre-theater dinner in Midtown, and now they are open for lunch. I can’t say enough about the bibimbap set. It was delicious and economical too. Make a reservation as it was packed!IMG_7829

This week I got a request for a hotel recommendation in the city that wasn’t too expensive for parents and teens to stay together while looking at colleges. I suggested the new Freehand Hotel, but I would also recommend reading this article for more suggestions throughout the city.  Have you heard about the new Recharge app? You can book luxury hotels by the minute. In a recent article about the app, the writer suggested using the app for nursing mothers and people on business trips between meetings. Strangely enough, it didn’t mention the most obvious of uses. It seems these days, there’s an app for everything.

I spent most of the weekend at the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators Conference (SCBWI) at the Grand Hyatt so there was no time for brunch. Instead, I’ll mention my yummy lunch at UrbanSpace. I often find myself dining and dashing at many of their delicious vendors while in Midtown. On Saturday I ate at Mr. Bing; a new addition to the UrbanSpace food market. I chose the Peking Duck Beijing pancake medium spicy. I relished every bite and could have shared it with a friend, the portion was so large. IMG_7837

Saturday night I had a reservation at Tokyo Record Bar. You might have already heard about this place as it’s super-buzzy right now. It’s on MacDougal in the West Village in the basement of a brownstone building (their upstairs neighbor is the bubbly Air’s Champagne Parlor a current favorite of mine.) You need to get a reservation at Tokyo Record Bar, stat. They only have two seatings a night, 6:30 and 10:30 and they offer a tasting menu for $50/pp. I don’t want to give away too much, but let’s just say that after dessert, they bring out a large cheese pizza for gluten fans and french fries for the gluten-free. Go. IMG_7853

Tom and I ended the week at a high-calorie, super fun Superbowl party back in Rye. No matter how many adventures #emptynestnyc is having living in the city, it’s always important to remember where you came from and the people who are important in your life.

Have fun. Be bold.