Tag: italy

review: balance in the extremes… (il canto)

– We had been toying with the possibility of eating at Paolo Lopriore’s Il Canto all week. My friend Adam and I were vacationing in Tuscany with my friends last summer, and Siena was within striking distance. The only two people I knew who had eaten there (one of them was Adam, the other was […]

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review: balance in the extremes… (il canto)

– We had been toying with the possibility of eating at Paolo Lopriore’s Il Canto all week. My friend Adam and I were vacationing in Tuscany with my friends last summer, and Siena was within striking distance. The only two people I knew who had eaten there (one of them was Adam, the other was […]

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review: context… (osteria francescana)

Someone with grand wit once quipped that the problem with dining on the cutting edge is that you’re oft left bleeding. How true. It grieves me to report that my dinner at Osteria Francescana, perhaps one of the most spotlit restaurants in the world right now, was disappointing.

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review: context… (osteria francescana)

Someone with grand wit once quipped that the problem with dining on the cutting edge is that you’re oft left bleeding. How true. It grieves me to report that my dinner at Osteria Francescana, perhaps one of the most spotlit restaurants in the world right now, was disappointing.

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travel: glamping…

Sadly, I’ve let this blog grow cold amidst my travels, allowing Twitter and Flickr to commandeer my journal in the meantime. Sorry. Since I last checked in, I’ve been halfway around the world and back. While I was in New York in May, I got a call from a dear college friend, Solveig, asking me […]

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travel: glamping…

Sadly, I’ve let this blog grow cold amidst my travels, allowing Twitter and Flickr to commandeer my journal in the meantime. Sorry. Since I last checked in, I’ve been halfway around the world and back. While I was in New York in May, I got a call from a dear college friend, Solveig, asking me […]

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photo of the week 21: oh the places you’ll go…

I was born wanderlusty in first class thanks to the most important woman in my life. My mother worked a loveless office job for an airline for twenty-two years just so that my family could travel. And we did. Flying “non-revenue,” as the industry called it, my family would hop on a plane and make […]

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photo of the week 21: oh the places you’ll go…

I was born wanderlusty in first class thanks to the most important woman in my life. My mother worked a loveless office job for an airline for twenty-two years just so that my family could travel. And we did. Flying “non-revenue,” as the industry called it, my family would hop on a plane and make […]

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