At some point, what was once a word to describe a meal that combined breakfast and lunch, became a verb used across twenty-something’s everywhere to describe an afternoon of indulging in comfort food and day drinking. Although I’d hate to admit the term brunching is part of my vernacular, I am quite fond of the action myself.
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According to my 23andMe results, my genetic makeup has made me pre-disposed to be likely to consume more coffee than the average 23andMe customer. Does this really mean anything? No. But it has given me an excuse to rationalize my coffee consumption.
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There really is no such thing as normal. But dining at Yono’s is certainly an experience far grander than just a “normal” night out. It is without a doubt fine dining, where your water glass is never empty and your utensils are changed out with every course. But what makes a dinner at Yono’s truly unique is the irresistible blend of Indonesian culture with classic fine dining cuisine.
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Today is the 31st, and as springtime starts to fill the air, I finally have a moment to reflect on the craziness that has been the month of March. A lot happened this month. I found myself in a different city for 3 consecutive weekends, never really catching my breath as a I rushed into busy work week after busy work week. March also stayed true to the in like a lion, out like a lamb mantra as the early weeks brought massive blizzards back to back here in Upstate New York. In the recent weeks, March brought a jury duty summons and the passing of my beloved and crazy grandmother, Grandma Rose. In short, this month has been a roller coaster.
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My dad and I are very different, but one thing we’ve always had in common was our love of food. Now that I am older, and more adventurous, our shared love of food has been a great way to spend some quality time together. It also means dining out at restaurants I can’t afford. Thanks Dad!
The past few months have been busy. The weeks fly by and the weekends go by even faster. I suppose that means I’m doing something right. I make it a goal to make the most of my time, and although that sometimes means binge watching Shameless on the couch for hours on end, it can also mean going out for a delicious meal.
Always being on the go means that the blog gets a little neglected (which is a great reason to follow along on Instagram to stay up to date with all of my adventures) but I’m finally taking a few minutes to recap a few of my winter favorites so far.
There were a lot of bowls this weekend; Puppy Bowls, Super Bowls, and in Saratoga Springs, New York, many bowls of chowder. On the eve of Super Bowl LII, Saratoga hosted the 20th annual Chowderfest, and despite freezing temperatures, thousands filled the streets for one of the biggest Saratoga parties short of New Years Eve.
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A party that includes unlimited food and drink is a party everyone should want to be at. For the second year in a row I was lucky enough to attend the Friday night grand tasting & battle of the bartenders competition during Albany’s Wine and Dine for the Arts festival, but the shining star of the evening once again was Slider Slam.
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In the last year I’ve done quite a bit. I went to Maine, Massachusetts, Pennsylvania, Texas, and Canada. I explored Albany, Schenectady, Troy, Saratoga, the Adirondacks, and Western New York. With every adventure I tried something new and as the year comes to an end I decided to take a look at the tastiest, and most liked meals of 2017.
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Cobblestone mixed along the smooth pavement marks Lark Street in Albany. On Saturday afternoon, the street is buzzing with people walking past the lit up facades of bars and restaurants, looking to get a taste of Lark. The cars pass by and as the lights change from green to red, I cross the street for lunch.
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