Le Rock, Le Bernardin, and Le Carmine's

Eating New York with my Parents.

Hey everyone,

If you’re a long time reader of my work, you’ll remember the good old days of my blog when my parents would visit me in New York and we’d eat our way around the city. Once we caused an international scandal that was covered by New York Magazine, which called me “the world’s biggest mooch,” which was then covered by The New York Times. (I’ll never live down that free white truffle tasting menu at Alain Ducasse.)

My parents at Carmine’s, a pre-theater blast from the past.

These days, we’ve all mellowed a bit. My parents are slightly easier to please (slightly) and I’m much less inclined to write anything negative about a restaurant on the internet.