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Summer Cold Soba & Tempura

| #soba #nyc #Japanese @SobayaNYC
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| Call it a weakness, call it a habit, call it delicious ~ There are few things that beat the summer heat but one of my favorites is cold soba.Sobaya in East Village has to be my favorite for any temperature of Soba. Soba-ya (meaning soba restaurant) uses natural ingredients and “buckwheat flour from Azumino, Nagano which is best known for sobako in Japan and also, buying first grade sobako milled by Kurashina Mill”. They have an amazing lunch special that includes Soba or Udon of your choosing, plus a side salad/soup, and tempura! Everytime I eat here I am never disappointed.
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My First Blue Apron with Crispy Cod and Summer Squash

| #916 #food #dinner @blueapron
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|I have been meaning to try Blue Apron, or something similar, and finally made the commitment. After reviewing many services, Blue Apron appeared to have the best track record and most choices.The first meal I made was a Crispy Cod ribboned Summer Squash dish. I had never cooked, let alone pan fried fish before, but i’m please that the result not only looked pleasing but was tasty! Initial assessment of Blue Apron is pretty good. However, I wish there was a better way or an alternate way to dispose of the ice packs.
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D.A.N.C.E like it’s 2007

D.A.N.C.E like it’s 2007
| #dance #bk #hipster @NickyDigital @BabysAllRight
| A great night out dance to DJs playing the best clubbers of 2007.A Blog Haus Night at Baby’s All Right featuring Alex English, Viking, Flying Horse, Jake B. and more! ~ I had a blast and it was fun to dress up like I did a few years ago. The hangover the next morning was no joke though! HAHA Apologies on the nip-slip. I also thought I should go with surprised face this night… oh silly me.
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Happy Pride 2016

Happy Pride 2016.

From above the street, it looked like a single bright thought drifting through the city—an arc of rainbow balloons, tethered and carried forward by people moving at an easy, steady pace.

New York stacks worlds on top of each other: sun on pavement, tree branches cutting shade into pieces, a crowd pressed against barricades, and then color—so much color—passing by like a small weather system of its own. The balloons make a soft ceiling over the marchers, and the whole scene feels lighter than it should, like the city briefly remembering how to breathe.

It’s strange how a parade can feel both temporary and permanent. Temporary because it passes, because the street goes back to traffic and errands. Permanent because the image sticks: a public kindness, carried down an avenue in daylight. People showing up for each other where everyone can see.

I keep thinking about how streets collect memories the way old houses do—layer by layer. For a few blocks, the ordinary becomes something gentler. The parade keeps moving, the crowd keeps watching, and above it all that rainbow stretch holds together, floating forward as if it knows the way home.

Gay Pride weekend – it starts

Pride weekend always seems to begin the same way: with a door half-open to the night, a hallway that feels too small for the amount of anticipation in the air, and a few cups raised like a quiet agreement that we’re going to remember this.

In the middle of it all, there’s that bright, slightly unreal glow—colors louder than they look in daylight, laughter that ricochets off the walls, and the sense that the weekend is already moving faster than you are. Hell’s Kitchen has its own weather: warm bodies, music leaking through floors, and the pulse of the city pushing in from the street.

This is the part before the big crowds and the parade routes, before schedules and meeting spots and “text me when you’re close.” It’s the beginning-beginning. A small room where friends lean in, where outfits feel like declarations, where you can catch a glimpse of yourself in someone else’s grin and think, yes, this is why we came.

By tomorrow there will be glitter in places you can’t explain and a hoarse voice you’ll wear like a souvenir. Tonight is simpler. Tonight is just the start—three people framed in a quick photo, the kind you take without planning, the kind that ends up meaning more than you expect.

In the rainy clouds above London

|@SG_SkyGarden @SG_Darwin #skyline #london #skygarden
| A beautiful skyline view of London amidst a midnight rainy down poor. The Sky Garden of the “walkie talkie” was so cool with dinner at Darwin Brasserie.
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