I enter the Rose Music Hall, a long narrow bar venue mildly resembling a barn, completely blind to what I’m about to experience, and my God, I wished I had used the wonderful tool at our disposal called Google to find out more about that night’s headliner, Jared and the Mill. Continue reading
My mother always told me “there are no losers in the war of baklava.” She’s right, in a way. Thin flaky layers of buttered dough with nuts and sugar spread in-between, caramelized in a homemade syrup and garnished with pistachios makes it difficult to dislike baklava. Continue reading
“Your face looks weird.”
I had meant to say, “You’re making a weird face,” which, in hindsight, would have caused less of a conflict.
“Shut up, terrorist.” Continue reading