There are three distinct levels of cocktail culture.
First is the trend level, full of sour apple martinis and frozen mudslides. Women who drink at this level often wear large quantities of lipgloss.
The second is the classic level, with ...
As Scandinavians go, the Finns don’t get a lot of play. The Swedes gave us Ikea, the Norwegians the biathlon, and the Danish, well, danishes.
But as it turns out, the Danes aren’t the only ones feeling the morning jones ...
Way down south in a magical place called Brazil they’ve conquered sleep. There, impossibly thin women and their impossibly cute men dine at midnight and tango till dawn, yet somehow make it up for breakfast.
How do they do it? ...
It’s lonely being one step ahead, isn’t it?
You knew reality TV was lame back when Donald Trump was beyond B-list. You bought organic when Whole Foods didn’t even exist. You had the Gavin DeGraw CD long before it got ...
Scene one: Phone rings. Girl picks up phone.
Girl: Hello?
Fade up music: theme from Jaws. Duh dah. Duh dah. Duh dah.
Girl: An Austin Powers-themed dinner party? Here?
Music: Duh dah. Duh dah.
Girl: Tomorrow night? For twelve?
Is it just us, or are even the most delicious cookies looking a little, well, cookie-cutter these days? You know: better to scarf down than to look at?
Brace yourself for a fresh batch of artful little confections from Starlight ...
Sometimes there really can be too much of a good thing.
If, for example, we had a pomme frite for every adorable little eatery in the bistro-saturated South End, well, let’s just say that Fat Bastard would have some serious ...
It’s 11:35 p.m. Your post-work martini turned into three, plus two beers and a shot of tequila. Being in public is not a legally viable option. But you still need food.
Or maybe it’s only 10 p.m., but you’re already ...
