LA*: what a world of possibility; what a world of great food and places to go!
I was meeting up for dinner with my friend Camille from high school and had to find a place to eat. But where to eat? I looked around the internet and scoured the annals of my own experience to come up with four or five choices, which I proffered to her to choose from. She chose Bacaro, a wine bar in South LA.

(Thanks to Yelp! for the pic.)
Bacaro came recommended from one of my fellow bloggers, Horny for Food. It was supposed to have a good, reasonably-priced wine list, and good, reasonably-priced small plates. Note also the cool atmosphere–blackboard wall, wine bottle ceiling, good mix of yuppies, hipsters, and yupsters.
I am currently typing this post a half-hour past midnight here in my friend James’s apartment in Williamsburg, New York. I spent the past few days here, “recuperating” from finals and the first year of law school. I say “recuperating” in quotation marks because I’ve done a lot here–a lot of walking, taking subways, eating, drinking wine and other alcoholic beverages, drinking coffee and espresso, seeing jazz recitals, etc. It might not have been recuperation in the physical sense, but more in a… well, spiritual way.