a collection of things that make me laugh, smile or hungry.
because my natural face is bitch face
just moving and shaking my way back to work.
typical friday night. nbd.
i don’t do lines.
so we skipped over to Bottom’s Up, and reveled in the glory of our pizza
fall first fridays GrowRVA food trucks donuts omnomnomnomnomnom yayy!
luck favors the prepared
soul ice, revisited.
mango strawberry banana, this time.
Having already visited most of the food trucks that participated in the GrowRVA rally at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church on Friday, I put on my brave pants and opted to try crepes for the first time. Never a big fan of French food to begin with, I’ve staved away from the really thin pancakes on the whole principle of, “too much money, not enough food.”
However, once I saw fresh Virginia figs on the menu, I knew it was Serendipity, and who am I to argue with
John Cusack Fate?
Delicious (and pricey, relative to other trucks) as they were, all be damned if my American stomach wasn’t still hungry for more. Next time, I’ll remember to ask them to throw another flapjack on the grill for me.
Fresh VA figs, brie cheese, topped with walnuts and honey. Oui!
Someone, please slap the dignity out of me for having NEVER tried Mrs. Yorda’s fresh sourdough donuts until now!
Seriously? What is wrong with me? And how darling are the girls that work there?!
holy donut moly. it was still warm.
shoot first. eat later.
Oh, Sally Bell’s. The literal Secret Garden of lunch spots in Downtown Richmond.
You’ve taken a favorite scrap of our childhood, wrapped it in checkerboard wax paper, delicately enclosed it in a tiny box as if to say, “Do not open until lunchtime!”
We, the nine-to-five patron, looking for a temporary respite from the rat race via a quick hit of nostalgia, hurriedly carry our tummy-present back to our place of work, as if it were a portent.
Sally Bell’s has served the same classic lunch since 1924, giving Richmonders a true taste of perfection through simplicity.
The only thing it’s missing is a napkin-penned note from our mom, telling us she loves us, and she just knows we’ll ace that science quiz.
(Downtown, VCU, or Byrd Park)
708 W. Grace St
shoot first. eat later.
Believe it or not, working full time, being in grad school, moving zip codes, and metamorphosing one’s life can lead to the occasional gray hair. After my recent 20-inch shorn, my once-hidden salted locks now unabashedly wave to me with every trip to the water closet.
So, when I am extended a lunch invitation to partake in my favorite kind of holistic healing, I scoot out of work and up the street faster than you can chant
nomohm. There aren’t many problems a midday pizza and adult beveragecan’t solve.
Aziza’s has been churning out delicious Lebanese dishes, deserts, and wood-fired pizza years, but being new to the neighborhood makes it new to me.
I love a pizza that doesn’t hide behind a crust deeper than a beatnik reading Kerouac outside a Parisian cafe. It maintains the integrity of the toppings, and also lessens the guilt of eating half a pie.
Science has proven: 1 slice of deep dish pizza> 2.3 slices of thin crust of proportional radial measurement.
Divide by Buffalo Mozzerella.
Carry the onion.
2110 East Main Street