+ mocha with oat milk. a petite decadence for morning time that approximates a svelte and chocolately oatmeal. it tastes like highly drinkable version of those upmarket energy bars, unsatisfying paste-clodden meal-substitutes all. + mozzarella in carrozza at l & b spumoni gardens. a deep-fried grilled cheese sandwich seated in a white wine bath. a devastating oil spill in a sweet crisp lake. + spiked coconut thai iced-tea slushie at elsa. I WILL DRINK THIS ALL SUMMER LONG. +

+ margherita pie. una pizza napoletano. slipped in for a birthday-eve meal during the soft open. too bemused to have snagged a table, I didn't mind the slow suffocation from lack of air circulation + wood fired oven heat + unseasonable 90 degree humidity. I did slightly mind the $28 price tag? Funny how that changes things, but i'm working on not relegating pizza as dish unworthy of high-end treatment. In any case, if Artichoke Basille's signature slice is akin to soup in