It’s 5 o’clock, and you’re leaving the office in search of some post-work libations and snacks before dinner. You could go the traditional happy hour route — where you’re limited to a few drinks and small bites within a short window of time — or you could up the ante and visit a Japanese izakaya.
When I was in college, my roommate introduced me to Kierkegaard’s theory of the despair of infinitude. It was complicated in an existential sort of way, but over the years, I’ve adopted a variation on the term — the despair of infinity — to refer to the overwhelming sensation I feel when faced with too […]
I have a love/hate relationship with wine bars. On the one hand, I love a good one. Give me a glass of something silky and bold, a plate of nibbles, and a comfy seat where I don’t have to read lips to hold a conversation, and I’m as happy as a paparazzo outside the LA […]