Or should I say, “again.”
After spending the Aughts in Arizona, eating my way around Phoenix as New Times’ restaurant critic and resident food blogger, I’ve packed up my life and moved back to New York City, where I spent the better part of the Nineties.
The last few months have been a roller coaster — a frenzy of work on various projects, punctuated with weekend getaways to L.A. and Las Vegas and several other places. When things started to fall into place for the move, life sped up even more.
I found an apartment in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, that I absolutely adore. Polish bakeries and meat shops, cuisines from at least nine different countries, a cheese- and beer-geek’s specialty store, and several great bars and coffee joints are all within a one-block radius of my pad. And that’s just the food and drink part. While I take lots of jaunts around Manhattan and Brooklyn — the succulent pork soup dumplings above were the highlight at my new Chinatown fave, Shanghai Asian Cuisine — there’s plenty to enjoy right here.
My boyfriend and I spent four days driving across the country, laughing our asses off, listening to music, and marveling at the changing landscapes. We lived out of suitcases at first, and then got sucked into the swell of the holidays. It was the first Christmas I’ve been able to spend with my family in years (my hometown is in Pennsylvania, and it feels like a luxury to drive there on a whim). I have to admit, I’ve been in analog mode for a while as I’ve been taking care of mundane things like getting a new driver’s license and shopping for furniture.
Now I’m back in the swing of things. It’s the Year of the Dragon, and I feel a glorious roar coming on!