Monday, October 13


There is something so perfect about an Italian restaurant, especially when it's cold outside. I don't know how to sound less corny. I am back in NY for a week and last night my family had a wonderful dinner at Tarry Lodge. Bucatini with roasted cauliflower and with goat cheese, pistachio, and heaven. Coming in from the cold, all the women in their jackets and coats and the men ready to jump inside, too stubborn to admit how much the temperature has dropped. We sit and drink wine and eat and catch up, cozy on the inside, satiated. Being home is the best.


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