Wednesday Night Date Night

It’s been a long week. It’s Tuesday already, and holy Moses. I live in a new house, with a new roommate, very little in the way of closet space. It’s amazing how unaccomodating a person can be when you try to take over their entire closet. Are you sure you need clothes? If I had a dollar for every time I heard “How many shoes do you have?” I’d have two new pairs of shoes.

I’m kidding of course, the man took me in and gave me 3/4 of his closet, and for that I decided to take him out to dinner tomorrow night. We are going out to the South End in Boston for Mexican food tequila, and in my opinion that is the perfect reason to bring Little Phillip out for his first night on the town.

As always, inspiration for my outfit comes from Taylor Tomasi Hill who is perhaps one of the most brilliantly dressed women on the planet.

Now I can’t see into the future, especially because East Coast weather has been particularly fickle as of late, so I’ll update with actual results later. But as a general rule, the mid-week date is a little bit hard to dress for. On the one hand, you may be coming straight from work, which means you have little leeway unless you have a fashion-forward boss. On the other hand, you may be using the mid-week date to spice things up a bit, which means you need fringe on your shoes…or somewhere.

Yes I have already used this picture, but I sort of walked right into it and so I had to repost. I’m particularly fond of the instagramming effects I chose in this one (I’m daughterelle…follow me and see my pictures before they happen here). This fringe skirt from Zara is amazing, and I love it in blue too. Plus, it allows you to La Cucaracha with the best of ’em.

Of course, you don’t have to wear fringe on Wednesdays, but why the heck not? Dates love it, trust me.


What I Drank on Wednesday Night

I had to write this in past tense, because there was a little bit of a twist on my normal weekday drinking habit, and that was oil painting. I wanted to write this in advance, but as it turns out, I wasn’t sure if it was going to be fun in a fun way, or fun in a what-the-hell-this-is-hilarious kind of way.

Update: We had so much fun painting it was ridiculous. Although we were forced to listen to U2 all night (which I’m sure we can all agree is the worst band ever created), Dorothy (see below) described it as a birthday party where you get to leave with a present. We both agreed that the painting for the night (see below) looked like Armageddon-without-gravity-plus-jellybeans, and despite the fact that we tried to hang it up in someone else’s house on the way home from the bar so we wouldn’t have to look at it all the time, it sure was fun to make.

Back to past tense, Nevertheless, we started with Slane Castle Whiskey (Whisky), which is one of my new favorite bottles of anything. First, because its delicious. Second, its not expensive. And Third, its actually made in Slane Castle, and they have concerts at the castle, and I just love the whole ambiance of everything this bottle originates from. The family and the castle has been producing Whiskey since the 18th century. Its floral, and it really comes alive with ice cubes. It’s great on its own, but it makes quite the old fashioned as well. It’s the perfect accompaniment to Mad Men too, I love the nostalgia of it.

Anyway, painting…

I had some pretty rad black and white patterned jeans on (here…I think you can see I went through a pretty serious Rag & Bone phase) that I wish made it into the picture, but that’s ok.

The bf has commented on my overall good mood since this night, and we have agreed that all I need in life is arts & crafts, alcohol and cheese to be happy. So that’s my new plan…

Battle of The Brunches

Unfortunately for my Monday, I spent all of Sunday cooking and eating and drinking Bloody Mary’s. The impetus for my brunching was twofold: 1) It is potentially my last spring break of my whole life ever and; 2) I just purchased the Clinton St. Bakery Cookbook.

I waited for almost an hour outside of Clinton Street Bakery in New York City a few weeks ago with my best friend. You can see below that even with all that spare time, we had a hard time narrowing down what we were going to order, so we ordered everything.

And yes we ate it all.

I will say that it was one of the most delicious breakfasts I have had in a long time. The hour long wait often heightens my expectations to a point where nothing can fully satiate me, but Clinton St. Bakery did not disappoint. Everything was cooked perfectly. I mean perfectly.

The biscuits were some of the best I have ever had, and coupled with their homemade raspberry jam, I was pretty much in heaven. But the pancakes. Oh my Lord, the pancakes. Now that I have made them myself (and quite successfully might I add) I understand that a 3/4 cup of melted butter goes a long way for flavor. I have not tasted plain pancakes with so much to offer on their own, maybe ever (see below). And then they top it off with maple butter…

Before I had experienced this delicious gem, the only other restaurant I would wait an hour for was Snooze in Denver. Go for breakfast, wait and then eat brunch.

I think the first time I went, I had apple pancakes with blue cheese and bacon, and a honey-maple syrupSeriously. Some other must-trys are the pineapple-upside down pancakes, and the creme-bruleed oatmeal. Breakfast burritos, Eggs Benedict, a French-Toast Egg Sandwich with bacon and eggs dripping in maple syrup. Southwest Airlines flies direct.

As long as I am not about to eat Sushi or a Cheeseburger, I will tell you that breakfast is the best meal. Because it is. And before my weekend in New York, I had my brunch cravings all settled and figured out. Now, I am conflicted and drawn in different directions.

Do I go to the Big Apple for the best take on the classics? Do I fly home to Denver for the more creative interpretation of some breakfast basics? Do I write a letter to Massachusetts politicians to complain about the lack of adequate breakfast restaurants?