There is really nothing I like better than grilled food. With summer weather still a few weeks off, and cooler weather dragging on this spring, I decided to buy a large cast iron grill pan and get my summer food fix on….
We actually first stumbled upon L’artisan while in pursuit of a totally different bakery/restaurant. The family got really into the show Unique Eats on the Cooking Channel about two years back and when a place in Providence got featured we knew we had to check it out. We set out to find La Laiterie at Farmstead in Wayland Square with a lot of excitement only to find that they had since closed and the owners had moved back to Boston where they had opened a new restaurant called Townsman (which we are dying to try out!).
But it wasn’t a wasted trip because while we were driving around, confused, looking for La Laiterie we found the beautiful L’artisan Café & Bakery instead!
I kept hearing about the Duck & Bunny from friends…and seeing Facebook posts of delectable treats…and a pretty little garden to relax and unwind in. Curious, I looked up their website: It’s a “snuggery,” it said – a real word meaning a “cosy and comfortable place”. Well, who wouldn’t want to spend time at a snuggery?
In this modern era of movie viewing, when you can watch almost anything you want anytime you want, it’s kind of amazing that people still go to movie theaters at all! But there is something about the shared experience of seeing a movie, especially in the beautiful, vintage theaters that now house many of our art house cinemas, that keeps people coming back for more.
It officially feels like fall!
I always get very excited when the leaves start changing. It means I can pull out my autumn wardrobe and start wearing my cozy sweaters and my embarrassingly large collection of boots. It means hot cider, pumpkin spice lattes, and hot chocolate with nutmeg and cinnamon. It means Halloween and Thanksgiving (and that Christmas is quickly approaching). It means it’s the season for my all-time favorite smell: chimney smoke on crisp, cold air. And, of course, it also means gorgeous, colorful trees.
I don’t know where my obsession with fresh flowers comes from.
It might be that it’s in my genes. My great-grandfather was a florist and owned a large florist business in Philadelphia. He actually used to enter my grandmother into baby parades in the early 1930s in Wildwood and Cape May, NJ. She would pose on a float overflowing with gorgeous fresh flowers as he pulled her proudly down the boardwalk.