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Buvette!

Are you into scrambled eggs with parmesan and prosciutto? Who’s not!

Or maybe Belgium waffles topped with berries is more your thing? Waffles with fried eggs and bacon is mine!

Maybe you’re one of those people (my sister) who prefers to have a warm, freshly baked croissant served with cream, jam and butter before all meals?

Well, you can have all of the above and more at Buvette, which is why I’m going straight there when I land at JFK in exactly 21 days.

Buvette is the place I’ve been raving about since I was there last. The place that is so simple and oh so goddam special at the same time. The place with the dreamiest courtyard, delicious coffee and friendly staff. The place that offers small plates because you don’t need much of their food to feel completely satisfied. It’s a place that oozes romance; like you can dream up anything in the entire world and accomplish it.

It makes your feel like you could maybe, one day, write a novel as seductive as Sweetbitter. 

And don’t even get me started on their branding. The box of matches I took during my last visit now have a permanent spot on my desk. It is not to be touched or used by anyone. EVER.

I will be back soon, Buvette, and this time I’m coming for your dinner and your wine.

BUVETTE
42 Grove Street, NYC (West Village)
fyi@ilovebuvette.com
Open everyday

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The Little Swiss Cafe

Little Swiss Cafe

Little Swiss Cafe

Little Swiss Cafe

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I almost forgot to tell you about one of my favorite breakfast stops we found in Carmel-by-the-sea. What a dumbie I am! I don’t deserve that giant bag of sour patch kids I bought myself today. If I wasn’t eating the packet right this moment I would return them.

We somehow got lost in the small, quaint town of Carmel-by-the-dea and asked a very normal looking local where Em Le was located. He had no idea. We hinted that it was the place with the “world famous french toast and pancakes”, but he still looked clueless. As we started to turn away he suddenly perked up, a smile jumped on his face and he said, “I don’t know where that place is but I can help you to find the best pancakes in town.” It was Little Swiss Cafe.

I proceeded to (rudely) take out my phone and add the recommendation under Restaurants in my Things List app.

The cafe deserves to have the word Little in their name, but only when relating to it’s size. It’s heart is big and the plates are even bigger. The eggs come out exactly the way you ask for/want them. The bacon strips are brown and crispy, as are the freshly made hash-browns. The orange juice is tasty, and the drip coffee is aggressively refilled.

As for the belle of the ball, the pancakes; They were as delicious as I was expecting them to be. Thin but thick, yet still fluffy, all at the same time. I don’t know how they do it, but I would sure love to know. The Cheese Blintze seems to be their specialty but our group didn’t have the balls to order it.

Little Swiss Cafe isn’t showy, or flashy, or super duper exciting. But if I had to choose a cafe to eat at consistently for a 30 day breakfast challenge, it would be in my top 5.

Arrive early or expect a bit of a wait.

The Little Swiss Cafe
6th Ave, Carmel, CA 93923, United States

Year 25: Can Eduardo

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I feel like I’ve been having to re-register my life since moving to Australia. That sounds strange. What I mean is I’ve been filling out a lot of forms so I can settle here. Well, a lot more than usual anyway. On most forms I just have to fill in my birth date (July 14th. Bastille Day. I love that date.) On other forms I have to check off a little box that indicates what age group I’m in. It’s never a consistent age group for us 25 year olds though. Depending on the form it’s offered a 18-25 box, or a 25-35 box. A little bit of a I’m Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman scenario, I think.

I’m sure it really means nothing in the grand scheme of things. It’s just a piece of paper that will be thrown out once the information gets transferred on the computer. But it’s made me think about the age 25, and how it’s really a year that still strongly holds the mindset of I Do What I Want, but with a little more love and care.

The older I get the more I want to do; and there is just so much to do! I know I get excited about every birthday, but with one month down I can honestly say 25 shoots fireworks through my body! The feeling started in Mallorca, Spain with my parents and sister as I ordered my first ever baked Seabass with a salted crust. It’s such an exciting dish, especially when you first lay eyes on it and you didn’t actually know what it was meant to look like. We tried some fried Raon as an appetizer, which was exotic, sexy and delicious. We also the fried calamari, a lobster paella and a grilled seabass. I saw “we” because being the birthday girl gave me permission to take as much food as I wanted from everyone else’s plates!

Oh, and all this food all had at an authentic, fancy schmancy restaurant called Can Eduardo. The loveliest restaurant in all of Mallorca if you ask me, it sits right on the water with gorgeous views of the Palma Cathedral. If you’re in Mallorca, please put it on you list and go on the day you’re absolutely desperate for some delicious seafood. It will really make your day, maybe even your year. It started my 25th year off perfectly!

Can Eduardo
www.caneduardo.com/
Carrer Contramuelle Mollet, 07012 Palma de Mallorca, Balearic Islands, Spain

My Local, Our Local, Min Lokal

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Contrary to popular belief, finding somewhere you can call My Local Place is not an easy thing. Keeping a local is even harder. It’s all about a give and take relationship. Goodness, relationships are tough.

Jack and I are really lucky to have so many great cafe’s literally surrounding our apartment building. Min Lokal was the last of them we tried. It’s so homely and comfortable that it almost seems too much like a local’s local. The type of place you go in and know you’ll definitely be catching up with the staff and both of you will be more than happy with it.

We were intimidated by that type of relationship though. We’re always intimidated when we’re not sure if people remember us or not. There is no right or wrong way to act in those situations. I usually end up seeming overly friendly and excited. And the worst part is bringing up a subject you caught up on last time and realizing they have no idea what in the what you’re talking about. It just gives me the chills. You can’t blame them though they are having these type of relationships with the entire neighboorhood, and we have to be okay with that.

So we’ve kept going for breakfast, but have always kept our distance from the staff. A hello always, a joke here and there, but never more than a few solem glances hoping maybe they’ll make the first move. After a few visits though we decided enough was enough. I made a huge move, and introduced them to my parents when they were in Australia. We told stories about how I came to find myself in Australia, how Jack and I met, and how we ended up to be neighbors. They probably (definitely) had no idea how much it meant to Jack and I.

I thought we might be pushing the My Local title on them too hard after that day, so we chilled out. We avoided the delicious baked eggs, the addicting flat whites, and the fresh orange juice. Until a couple of months later when Jack suggested we go out to breakfast, which I always say yes to because breakfast being his idea happens once every three months.

It was all happening though. That day Min Lokal became our local, not because we realized anyone could technically say that since the cafe’s name is Swedish for My Local, but because going in felt like visiting a friend. We went early enough so that the crowds were still about an hour away, their cool selection of music was still on low volume, and a game of trivia out of the weekend newspaper was being had. Jack and I could handle trivia. We could handle this relationship.

While their bakes eggs are a reliable and a constant gem of a dish, I put my brave tummy on and tried something not so adventurous, but new. It’s now my favorite breakfast plate of the moment: poached eggs with fetta and chili oil. Simple and easy is sometimes best, I’ve heard many people say.

I’m really not sure where this relationship will go, but I can honestly say I’m very happy about the stage we’re in now.

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