I spent 10 of the best years of my life in New York, and have found a way to revisit 1-4 times every year for the past 7 years since relocating to Hong Kong. There’s something about walking down the street that fills you with a unique energy – a sense that you never know …
Growing up in a traditional Filipino family, the kamayan style of eating with your hands is nothing special. There’s no utensils involved – you use just your bare hands to make a tiny mountain out of rice to act as a vehicle for the meat and other food items available. While certain cultures also eat with their …
I had an absolutely amazing time this past weekend. I spent my entire Saturday dancing up a storm at Electric Daisy Carnival at Metlife Stadium (I literally lost 4 pounds in a day), which was perfect preparation for the fatfest that was the Great GoogaMooga on Sunday. For everyone who’s all like “Googa what?,” first things …
As someone who grew up on my parents’ Filipino cooking, coming to Manhattan as a freshman at NYU and finding that I had limited choices for fulfilling my Filipino food craving was kind of disheartening. Cendrillon closed in my first year in the city, leaving places like Elvie’s Turo Turo and Pistahan, but those eventually closed a year or so …
