On a cold, brisk Friday morning, I woke up and a thought randomly popped in my head: I’m going to make a cake.
If you haven’t already checked out my first post on where to cafe-hop in Hong Kong, you should know that I have a soft spot for small, boutique coffee shops. The ever-booming coffee scene in Hong Kong means that each time I come back home, more coffee places are added to my to-go list, as there is nothing I love more than to retreat from the busy streets, order a cup of coffee, find a comfortable corner in the cafe, plug in my earphones and open a book. The stark contrast between this tranquility and the overwhelming, busy streets of Hong Kong is therapeutic, because after all, we all need a break from the non-stopping pace of life. Continue reading “Take a Coffee Break in Hong Kong”
In many ways, Miami surprised me. When I knew I would be spending my summer there, I was excited but not thrilled. I’m the kind of person who likes maneuvering the busy streets of a dense metropolitan city, is used to complicated and faulty public transit, and as long as it is nice outside, doesn’t need much direct contact with sunlight. Latin American food was not one of my favorite cuisines, and I frankly don’t enjoy going to the beach. And I don’t speak a drop of Spanish.
Just like the two-day old leftovers sitting in my fridge right now, this post is kind of overdue and pretty irrelevant at this point – because who cares about Spring Break when it’s the summer already? But Atlanta and NOLA were amazing, Spring Break was dope, and I actually kind of miss school.
Continue reading “Spring Break in New Orleans [Vlog!]”
My friend once told me that Wynwood is one of the coolest art neighborhoods in the country. When I think of Miami, I think of the stereotypes – beaches, palm trees, Cuban sandwiches and wild nightlife. (Which tbh are all true) I couldn’t really picture a vibrant art scene fitting into the picture – but let me just say how glad I am to be proven wrong.
This post is such a big throw-back. I studied abroad in Paris a little more than half a year ago, and this draft has been sitting around for the longest time. It’s time to reminiscent.
This is going to sound weird and random, but I love groceries shopping and Paris’ supermarkets are one of my favorite places to do so.
You may ask, what’s so different about the supermarkets in Paris?
If you are not Ubering to Mott St., I would highly recommend that you take some time to explore the vibrant neighborhood of Wicker Park before heading to the restaurant. You will go off onto a residential street with cool-looking townhouses, feel slightly confused as to where exactly this restaurant is, and arrive at what seems to be in the middle of nowhere. Mott St. sits by itself amidst the grey, unassuming street, a small but colorful hut-like restaurant that beckons you to go over and check it out. On a closer look, the exterior decorations of the restaurant seem to me that whoever designed it was trying to blend Korean characters, bubblegum colors and ambiguous cartoon figures all into one confusing collage. Cute, but leaves many questions hanging.
Named on Michelin’s Bib Gourmand and its executive chef nominated for a James Beard Award, Mott St. came into my awareness through a Thrillist article, where it got ranked as the best burger in Chicago, even above Au Cheval’s. (Remember when Au Cheval was the shit? I guess it still is.) Slowly and gradually, I had a couple other people recommending Mott. St’s burger to me as well. I got the impression that their burger is like one of those unsung heroes, who is overshadowed by a former star and is struggling to gain its own recognition. I came to testify whether or not their burgers are legendary.