7/12 Update: this post was active last week on my Instagram, but for some reason only known to the universe and tech people at Insta, it wouldn't share with any of my accounts! Below is my original post in its entirety: Brunch is one of those weirdly sacred first world problems I go back and forth with. I love brunch, sitting out on a patio, and pretending I don't have to go to work the next day with my friends. What I don't love is some of the crazy prices, bland dishes, and

I love food, it's a fact. I would eat cheese, bread, and meat to my hearts content until I passed out, if my stomach and waistband would let me. Friday is one such day when I will let my food freak flag fly and hit up two of these Bastille Day celebrations that I am in no way associated with, I just love any excuse to eat cheese, bread, and also engage with my other true love, red wine (you say booze, I say wine = grapes = fruit = fruit salad for dinner). First up, Bastille D

People tend to find their city in sections; a favorite bar or restaurant is in this neighborhood, a great band is playing in this renovated warehouse in another, and there's a free outdoor market or movie in the district 15 minutes down the road. Because Dallas is so close, and yet so widespread (if only I could make less sense, I know) it's hard for a lot of people to get out of their bubbles and jump from one neighborhood to the other and find all of these amazing events go