Category: Barolo


January 20th, 2013 — 1:31pm

Apart from the whole getting older thing, I’m a big fan of birthdays. They’re an opportunity to, as Oprah Winfrey once said, rock it out and celebrate with the people you love most. As I gear up to turn 39 tomorrow, I’m happy and blessed to say this is already one of the best birthdays ever.

Me and Julie

The celebrating began last weekend, with a visit to Glen Cove in Long Island to see my dear friend Julie. Over a delicious dinner at one of her favorite restaurants, we talked about her preparations for motherhood – she’s expecting a baby next month – and my recent fun return to speed dating.

Back at the house she shares with hubby Brian, the three of us had some laughs about eccentric baby names as we enjoyed delicious apple pie and chocolate cream pie. A perfect night with a truly lovely couple who are perfect for each other.

Birthday festivities kicked into high gear on Friday at work, when my amazing boss and colleagues treated me to lunch at Amaze, a cozy Sushi place in Midtown and presented me with a $100 gift card to TJ Maxx. Back at the Westin New York Grand Central, they surprised me with a selection of delicious mini-cupcakes from Baked By Melissa.

Bite sized perfection: mini-cupcakes from Baked By Melissa

How lucky am I to work with such thoughtful people?

Yesterday was an afternoon of fun and pampering. It started with lunch at Hudson Place with my old friend Abby, in town from Boston with her family. Next stop, a heavenly pedicure at my favorite nail spa, Dashing Diva. Then, it was off to SoHo for a girls night out with my dear friends Crystal, Lisa and Sara.

Girls Night Out: (from left) Crystal, Lisa me and Sara

We met up for dinner at Italian bistro Barolo. Though our waiter was a little slow on the uptake, we enjoyed every bite. I treated myself to a melt-in-your-mouth burrata appetizer followed by linguini alle vongole. For dessert, we all shared crème brulee, warm banana tart and the dessert I would marry if I could, tiramisu.

Our next stop – my all-time favorite nightclub, , to see awesome 80’s tribute band . I knew it was going to be a great night when I encountered keyboardist Sky. When I told him I had posted on the band’s Facebook wall about my birthday, he said he happily changed the set list to accommodate one of my favorite 80’s tunes, and offered to make sure I was pulled up on stage when they played it.

Getting in touch with my inner 80's superstar alongside Jessie's Girl!

Sure enough, I got a birthday shoutout and relived a from a few birthdays back by joining the band on stage for the Erasure classic, “A Little Respect.” As I shook my booty alongside the high energy, super talented band members of Jessie’s Girl, I felt like the luckiest 80’s child in the world.

There is good reason I’ve raved about Canal Room so often over the years. It’s that rare nightspot where you can always count on great music, a good crowd and none of the attitude which tends to accompany most clubs in NYC. If you haven’t been there and you love to dance, you’re missing out.

Thanks to my wonderful friends and Jessie’s Girl for a rockstar birthday celebration!

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July 16th, 2008 — 10:47pm

Last night, I trekked down to SoHo’s boutique chic Thompson Hotel for this season’s second Time Out New York (TONY)-sponsored “On The Rooftop” party. The popular weekly magazine hosts four rooftop soirees at swanky venues all around the city. Having attended last month’s party at the Empire Hotel and been underwhelmed by the cliquey crowd, I decided to give TONY’s sky high series another try.

During the elevator ride upstairs, my friend Bobbi told me about her last visit to the hotel, which began with a gaggle of paparazzi out front and a Lindsay Lohan sighting. Apparently, she looks like less of a vixen and more of a (short) high schooler in person.

When we reached A-60, the Thompson Hotel’s members-and-guests-only rooftop bar, we couldn’t help noticing the intimate size of the space. Thankfully, there are two bar areas to help offset space-dictated fraternizing.

We grabbed a couple of cocktails from the perky waitress handing them out and settled ourselves on a cushy couch to take in the view. Along with idyllic sunset vistas of the skyline, our seats offered the perfect spot for people watching. It was a very well-coiffed, very twenty-something crowd, most of whom kept to themselves. When it came time for us to get our gift bags, we couldn’t help but appreciate the irony of one included item–Roc anti-wrinkle serum. I think it’s safe to say we were more excited than the party’s more youthful contingent about trying it.

Our next stop was Barolo, a breezy Italian eatery with three spacious dining rooms. Over a plate of pasta and pan seared sea bass respectively, Bobbi and I compared notes about disastrous first dates.

For her, there was the dinner during which she found out her date was married—when his wife showed up. Equally surprising, the double date that culminated in the other couple making out and asking Bobbi if she and her date would like to join them. My worst first/last dates? The restaurateur who asked me if I wanted to hear about his broken engagement—and then proceeded to talk about nothing else all night. A close second would be the guy who went into florid detail about sexual escapades with his ex. Call me old fashioned, but I think any talk of past relationships on a first date should be in (very) small doses. As for asking about threesomes, foursomes and the like, whatever happened to leaving a little mystery for date number two?

Cost of attending TONY’s Rooftop party: $28. Laughing with a friend about the vagaries of bad first dates and inappropriate kinky requests? Priceless.

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July 16th, 2008 — 5:47pm

Last night, I trekked down to SoHo’s boutique chic Thompson Hotel for this season’s second Time Out New York (TONY)-sponsored “On The Rooftop” party. The popular weekly magazine hosts four rooftop soirees at swanky venues all around the city. Having attended last month’s party at the Empire Hotel and been underwhelmed by the cliquey crowd, I decided to give TONY’s sky high series another try.

During the elevator ride upstairs, my friend Bobbi told me about her last visit to the hotel, which began with a gaggle of paparazzi out front and a Lindsay Lohan sighting. Apparently, she looks like less of a vixen and more of a (short) high schooler in person.

When we reached A-60, the Thompson Hotel’s members-and-guests-only rooftop bar, we couldn’t help noticing the intimate size of the space. Thankfully, there are two bar areas to help offset space-dictated fraternizing.

We grabbed a couple of cocktails from the perky waitress handing them out and settled ourselves on a cushy couch to take in the view. Along with idyllic sunset vistas of the skyline, our seats offered the perfect spot for people watching. It was a very well-coiffed, very twenty-something crowd, most of whom kept to themselves. When it came time for us to get our gift bags, we couldn’t help but appreciate the irony of one included item–Roc anti-wrinkle serum. I think it’s safe to say we were more excited than the party’s more youthful contingent about trying it.

Our next stop was Barolo, a breezy Italian eatery with three spacious dining rooms. Over a plate of pasta and pan seared sea bass respectively, Bobbi and I compared notes about disastrous first dates.

For her, there was the dinner during which she found out her date was married—when his wife showed up. Equally surprising, the double date that culminated in the other couple making out and asking Bobbi if she and her date would like to join them. My worst first/last dates? The restaurateur who asked me if I wanted to hear about his broken engagement—and then proceeded to talk about nothing else all night. A close second would be the guy who went into florid detail about sexual escapades with his ex. Call me old fashioned, but I think any talk of past relationships on a first date should be in (very) small doses. As for asking about threesomes, foursomes and the like, whatever happened to leaving a little mystery for date number two?

Cost of attending TONY’s Rooftop party: $28. Laughing with a friend about the vagaries of bad first dates and inappropriate kinky requests? Priceless.

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