By the time you read this, the Italian Festival may already be a memory, but it would be a shame not to share the wonderful spread of Italian foods that brought me back to being four years old, sneaking rainbow cookies from the kitchen before dinner.
Posts published by “Prisha Vagvala”
Features Editor/Foodie Finds Writer
Last September, during my commute home, I would often spot a 10-foot inflatable lobster with an amiable expression, marking the opening of my new favorite restaurant, Blue Anchor.
Picture this: a warmly lit, charming entryway, almost like a little hallway, welcomes you in. It feels like you are stepping into a luxury hotel, and the display you see is the most pastel, colorful, light, powdered-sugar-dusted pastries, softly illuminated by nice warm lights.
I have the bad habit of becoming engrossed in my schedule and never deviating from my assigned times, being a perfectionist, being picky, or as my dad likes to say, “finicky.”
Food is my safe haven. Projects, quizzes, homework, meetings — my life has been stuck in a constant loop lately, and the only things bringing me peace right now are chocolate, ice cream, and solitaire (that one’s not food).
Magnolia cupcakes were my idea of the American Dream, that one could start from a small store and build something beloved.
I love poetry, especially the kind that’s a bit confusing but still resonates, like Emily Dickinson’s “I heard a fly buzz when I died.”
Last Saturday, the Student Government Association (SGA) Diversity, Equity, Inclusion, Belonging, and Accessibility (DEIBA) committee, led by my friend Shahd, hosted an inspiring cultural food festival.
What better place than New York to visit the best cafes worldwide? Each cafe has a niche that makes it particularly fascinating.
I’m grateful to have enjoyed a winter break full of exquisite food, ranging from cozy small-town restaurants to fine dining experiences.