Adore-La!

These are not suggestions, they are commands. Love it!  Adore-la!

The East-Village Crepe Cart

The east village has a bevy of culinary delights. Whenever I get to that time where I am using coins to pay for a meal, over to St. Marks I head for a falafel or slice of pizza. Now there is another spot to satiate my cravings. This lil guy has no address…because its a food cart. But this is no ordinary food cart. I am referring to the crepe cart on 8th st between 3rd and 4th Ave. In my evening wanderings, I stumbled across this cart and almost dismissed it as another meat-on-a-stick situation. Much to my pleasant surprise, I was met with sweet and savory crepe offerings! The man was a bit creeped out by my joy but nevertheless he proceeded to make me a delicious just-what-I-needed crepe. I’m not saying this is the best crepe in the world or anything like that. But I am happy that the cart men are expanding their culinary reach.

Café Gitane

Although I tend to always sit at the far concrete table by the bathroom, I keep returning to 242 Mott St. Tucked away in the charming Manhattan neighbourhood of Nolita is the French-Moroccan café which has become one of my favourites. In addition to their famous coffee and quick-selling pastries, they have a full menu including amazing small plates and appetizers. Gorgonzola, walnuts, and honey and the Moroccan couscous with raisins, hummus, and toasted pine nuts are always a favourite. But remember, cash only kids!

Green Velvet

“Shake. And pop. Shake shake and Pop.” Its kinda like Simon Says. When Green Velvet tells you to Shake and Pop, it is pretty impossible to disobey. And though my body exacts some serious revenge after dancing for hours to this candy coated techno funk, it is well worth the aches.

Rosebud Salve

The vintage-esque tin casing glanced my way and I knew it wanted to be all over my lips. (I am quite accustomed to interpreting that look, for I receive it often.) And so I caved. I honestly had no idea to whom it belonged, for I found it on the floor, but I never turn down an opportunity to balm ma bouche. And once I smoothed on the slightly rose-hued concoction, I knew. I was converted. My lips were neither sticky nor waxy and they glowed like a beachy summer morning, just waiting for the next glance to be passed my way.

-bradley smith