Food for Thought

Dinner last night. Lotsa wine, no tequila which I suppose now makes me a double liar. Also, in lieu of fringe I wore floral and stripes as a way of adapting to the fact that the temperatures were low and my lower limbs were somewhat unshaven.

Top, Urban Outfitters. Vest, Rag & Bone. Clutch, Marc by Marc Jacobs. Jeans, J Brand.

Shoes, Pour La Victoire. Nars Orgasm Blush. Tom Ford Perfume. Madewell bracelet.

I’m not going to say the name of the restaurant because I don’t have a lot of nice things to say and I’m more of what they call a gossiper. Plus, I already told you the genre and neighborhood so if you’re really dying to know I’m sure you can figure it out on your own. Double plus, if you ask me I’ll tell you.

During dinner, I often shift into my food-critic alter-ego to analyze the precision of the cooking techniques (“This steak is SO not medium”), the creativity of the dish and the appearance of the plate. I’m telling you, they could someone should pay me for this stuff. Last night, the filet was very much overcooked, the swiss chard was so salty I couldn’t eat it, and we were pretty sure that the cornbread puree was cornbread batter. The goat-cheese cheesecake was overcooked and tart, with really-tart strawberries on top and stale, whole pistachios on the side.  The meal was not terrible, but it wasn’t great either.

Being that we are now law school graduates and were nearing the end of our second bottle of wine, we took the conversation up a notch to discuss the overall complacency of food, restaurants and eating in general. This was the third or fourth time we went to a restaurant recommended by friends that turned out to be mediocre at best. When did it become acceptable to serve a relatively expensive yet totally mediocre steak? Just because something is a filet, or a short rib doesn’t mean it’s automatically delicious! Where is this going? Mom? Are you still there? 

Seriously, with all this worry about organic-this, low-cal-that, people seem to have lost focus on what actually tastes good. All cheesecakes are not made equal. Stop eating bad cheesecake. Please. Because then there won’t be bad cheesecake anymore and then I don’t have to risk bad cheesecake after I turn down the chocolate molten cake. Please.

Jewelmint Earrings. Vintage Cigar Box.

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.

Weekday Wardrobe (W)Happenings

I woke up this morning so stressed about my week and all of the various meetings, and to-dos that have piled up. Then, I thought, “Oh I need to make time to write my blog-post about all my fun eating and clothing adventures this week.” Then I realized, maybe I am not so busy after all. But, I am. It’s a law student’s job to constantly feel like the busiest person on the planet.

In discussions for my next project (big.huge.staytuned.) I talked with a dear friend about how hard it is to put yourself out there (i.e. take pictures of yourself) on a blog that your friends and moms are going to see. It’s terrifying. On the other hand, people are my mom is always telling me, “Laura you are so fashionable. And everything you do is delicious.” (Just kidding, she would never say that.) So who am I to be selfish and keep all my good ideas to myself?

So Tuesday. Silent Auction to benefit public interest law, followed by a self-interested dinner and drinks at Parish Cafe (On the patio might I add…in Boston…in March) and then a stroll down Newbury with the man-friend. For those of you who do not know Parish Cafe, it has a selection of sandwiches created by some of the best chefs in all of Boston. Additionally, some of the proceeds are donated to the church next door. It’s wonderful.

T-Shirt, Adam by Adam Lippes. Skirt, Rag & Bone. Jacket, Armani Exchange. Necklace, Cara Couture. Bag, Yumi Kim.

I’m going to warn you now, I have plans to repeat this picture, so stay tuned and ignore the graininess.

Then there was Wednesday. Girls night dinner to Sorrellina in the Back Bay. To me, modern Italian cuisine obviously means leather and denim. I chose to wear it upside down though, with brown leather shorts and a denim jacket.

Shorts, Calypso St. Barth. Bag, Hayden Harnett. Shoes, BCBG Max Azria. Mullet Shirt, Cheap Monday.

Yes, it was laundry day in the picture above. Sue me. But don’t because I’m a know-it-all law student who will win.

Sorrellina’s was wonderful. We went for restaurant week and ordered an exorbitant three courses. In the first two, Burrata with proscuitto and rhubarb chutney, and a rib-eye with gorgonzola butter and a cheesy baked potato, my only complaint was the overdone-ness of the potato. But let me say, Holy Butterscotch Pudding. Seriously. Holy moly, amazing.

Denim jackets are always intimidating to bring back out of the closet. This one is Abercrombie & Fitch (seriously) and a remnant of my high school days. I’m hoping that now that I am old it has become ironically vintage. Then again, I think that is the whole marketing scheme of A&F so it might be too ironic to be ironic. Shoot.

Oh, and then this happened. Not as dramatic as the $1,000 ones with the pump-up-tongue, but really quite fantastic. Plus, they have inspired me to play some pick-up bball games and get a flat-top hair cut.

Shoes, Nine West Lana Sneakers.