PRINCE STREET PIZZA holds the key to my heart. This Nolita spot slangs THICK square slices like a champ. Cop’d a few squares with my girl AP & we had to CUT IT (sharing is caring) -the Spicy Spring is OUT OF THIS WORLD. THROW SOME crushed red pep on it & sign me up.
When you’re schlepping for a shoebox (aka a NY apt), you gotta step into JACK’S WIFE FREDA once, twice or five times for a shvitzing TIMEOUT. Like my whip IN THE YEAR 2000, this spot is bangin like a ’86 Chrysler Lebaron w/ a couch front seat & a FRESH PAINT JOB. The beets benny, the cauliflower, their hot sauce…yeah buddy.
A mile long communal table down Park City’s Main St under blue skies w/ a HIGH WEST tasting menu? SAVOR THE SUMMIT – you my BEST FRIEND. From scallops to Bambi’s mom, rye whiskey to Silver Oak magnums, to Birkenstocks with & without socks. Savor the Summit was a summer night to (quasi) remember.
When your down ass homie wants to spend her bachelorette party at the Indy 500, you fasten that rat tail, bust out your white trash finest, double up on BIG RED & show up to GET DOWN. There’s a FIRST TIME for everything & this epic tailgate checked too many boxes (& buttholes) to count. We came, we saw & we trash mastered the shit outta the Indy 500 with 300,000 of our closest FRIENDS. #ratzpack
GIRL AND THE GOAT ain’t no joke. Chef STEPHANIE IZARD knows WHAT’S UP. Just like my cholesterol, her menu is off the charts (triple deuces baby). Ready to do WORK, I mountain goat’d my way through:
- ham frites w/ cheddar beer sauce – bomb
- fried oysters – supes bomb
This girl was left sat-is-fied.
Pulled up a seat at CITY WINERY to beat the CHI town heat. Got saucey on some rosé to clinch my thirst & curb the brow sweats (left my gurl’s place looking like Bert, showed up as Ernie). IF I RULED THE WORLD, I’d keep penciled in brows & rosé dry af all seasons long.
My SUGAR tits turning 10 meant one thing – time to throw a SURPRISE Real Housewives themed party for my baby gurl. MY BOO had no idea what hit her & was completely shocked when the Giudices walked her down the red carpet & into the arms of Erika Jayne (yours truly) & her SUPA DUPA FLY hoochies from Bev Hills, Hotlanta and NY. Andy Cohen, Mini Manservants, shot ski & Aviva’s “leg” were all in tow. Turtle time turnt up times 10. Pat the puss.