In my comedy act, I love to say, “I’m half-Italian… ” and grab my belly, give it a li’l jiggle, “… this half!”
Tag: my new york food
The older I get, the saltier my craving, and the Oyster Bar never fails. Washed down with an aggressively cold lager, there is no better stolen lunch.
“In 2010, the year I first arrived in New York City from Belfast, I built a midday ritual around Downtown Bakery Cocina Mexicana’s chicken mole burrito…”
