Lapping up the edge of Brooklyn, dark and aggressive waves smack the beach while the lightless bulbs of the Wonder Wheel wait for their turn to shine.

Lamenting the recent closure of a favorite, NYC biscuit shop.

A comforting brunch to celebrate the South while freezing in the North.

Hungry? Pop into one of my favorite, hole-in-the-wall joints for a burger. 

All I heard about since arriving in New York was how amazing Grimaldi's coal-fired pizza is. Its main location just under the Brooklyn Bridge and the gorgeous setting adds to the ambience of this century-old pizzeria and the up to two-hour wait time for a pie at this cash-only establishment is well worth it. 

Roberta's holds a special place for me because of a small connection to home.