An ode to the every-situation breakfast food.
This year more than ever, America has taken pumpkin spice to a whole new level. It needs to stop.
Any “best of” list can tell you what restaurants you need to indulge in while you’re in New York, but I’ve got some tips for the truly gluttonous: the ones who want to eat the part of New York that doesn’t come with a side of locally sourced kale.
I believe in taking chances, because no matter the outcome, regret is always a worse option. And on a related note, I believe in second chances. Really, when was the last time any of us got something right the first time?
New York harbors some of the rudest, most obnoxious, cold-hearted, matter-of-fact, self-centered and entitled assholes to ever grace this country, but I love them.
You’re not a real New Yorker until you move away from here.
If our mothers don’t approve, you’ve got no chance.
Hope for our Adam Brody character seemed almost spent.
I only know one joke.
In New York, you’re considered wealthy if you have a dishwasher in your apartment. In L.A., you’re rich if you live in a mansion.