My House in Budapest

I’m not a scientist, but I’m almost positive something chemical happens in my body when I find a place I truly love. The silly, floppy kind of love. While yes, I have a tendency to set one foot down in a city and declare that I’m staying forever, the electric sensation of being in love has happened with only a few of those cities… and now I’m adding Budapest to that list.

Budapest is enchanting. All the romance of Paris, without the grime (sorry, not a Paris fan…). I was floored at how quickly Budapest became my reality, a reality I adjusted to like nothing I’d ever adjusted to before. I fell into a rhythm of knowing I’d learn something on every single street we walked down. Ever a fussy eater, I simply accepted that I’d never know what the heck I was ordering at any given meal because Hungarian is very, very hard. It was that kind of love, all in one day.


Our Contiki itinerary gave me just one day in Budapest, but that was all it took.

In the morning, my friend and I walked over a mile from our hostel to the Széchenyi Baths, in which we floated about blissfully with people from all over the world. Probably a mildly gross concept, which we ignored, as time became nothing but a fleeting concept once we started splashing around. It took everything we had not to just stay there all day.


We lapped the city at least three times. We passed by St. Stephen’s Basilica, hunted down a Costa Coffee (True American northeasterners; we had to have the coffee. Costa is a British chain. We found one in Krakow, too. Get an iced latte if you do ever find one. I’m ashamed by my inner American, but I do love iced coffee.), tried on the iconic embroidered Hungarian shirts in Nagycsarnok, the Great Market Hall, and stopped in one of Budapest’s adorable cafes (full recap on that here). I think that was what I was most bummed about; there were so many cafes to try, and 24ish hours or so was not enough time to try them all. That, and there’s a big emphasis on vintage clothing and thrifting in Budapest. My carry-on sized suitcase hardly allowed for that either (I may have a slight shopping problem, which was very evident once we got to Italy.).


St. Stephen’s Basilica


So no, I don’t actually have a house in Budapest (yet…), but Budapest now has home in my heart. For me, revisiting places internationally tends to happen on a “this opportunity fell into my lap” kind of basis, but I’m breaking that pattern with Budapest.

I could never let all those cafes and vintage stores go untested anyway; I just might need a bigger suitcase next time…



Throwback Thursday: Secret Sweets

It’s not news that I’m so many levels of obsessed with the city of Boston. I’m really not sure why, as it’s pretty obvious that hardcore New York blood courses through my veins, but I can’t get enough of it. I think it’s beyond quaint, unpretentious but still gritty, inviting but full of tough love all at once. Back in March, my cousin Jamie and I went up for a girls weekend, and were lucky enough to be shown around by two native Bostonians.

They took us bar-hopping, and were determined to show us the itty bitty city’s little gems, like standing-only taverns and the wonder that is cans of Downeast Cider (which is brewed in Massachusetts!). But of all the places we stopped at on our “tour,” my favorite was Modern Pastry.

Modern Pastry is known as the rival to the infamous Mike’s Pastry in North End. Any cannoli flavor you could ever dream of exists between these two pastry shops alone. They’re both marvelous, but this really isn’t new information; the lines for Mike’s and for Modern Pastry are always out the door and down the block.

Here’s the secret: skip the line at Modern Pastry and walk straight towards the back of the bakery, where you’ll see a sign on the right-hand wall that looks like this:


It’s not just decoration…

I was so in love the moment we walked downstairs.

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Basically me ^ GIF Credit: Giphy

There’s a hidden bar beneath Modern Pastry with ample seating. Feast your eyes upon the Boston paraphernalia decorating the walls, or anything that’s playing on their countless TVs. You can find your usual suspects on the drink menu, but they also have a full list of sweet pastry-themed cocktails (see the Boston Crème martini below, because how could I not?).


The cherry on top of it all? You’ll also be given a menu of all the treats that are available upstairs. You can order any pastry your heart desires and someone will bring it down to you.


Relationship Status: This cannoli.

No waiting, no lines, no crowds- just you, your martini, a cannoli, and some friends. It’s definitively what heaven must be like.

Just be careful about coming back upstairs with melted chocolate on your fingers, or those poor souls on the line down the block might get suspicious…

Modern Pastry

257 Hanover St

Boston, MA 02113


DC Eats

My most recent bus ticket purchase sent me down to Washington D.C. to go exploring for the weekend. What can I say, I’m a sucker for really long bus rides… and trains… and airplanes, for that matter… (OK, I just really like transportation. There’s a potential that an eight-year-old boy lives inside my brain, though that is still to be determined.) Anyway, I got myself a wonderful tour guide (my cousin) who was also down to show me her favorite places to eat in this quirky, colorful city.

After napping for most of the ride, I almost literally rolled off the bus and into Tryst Café, so my cousin and I could appropriately caffeinate and catch up. It’s the kind of place I’d be spending lots of time in if I lived in the area. It’s cute, kitschy, and there’s lots of couches and chairs that intentionally don’t match; a nerdy, caffeinated college student’s dream, basically.


The first priority was, as always, coffee. An iced latte with almond milk is pretty much my go-to, but Tryst’s is next level because they decorate the plate with animal crackers. My cousin and I were PUMPED.


It’s just so pretty!

We’re both (trying to be) health nuts too, so we created our own salads for lunch. There were bean sprouts and it cost me several dollars less than it does in New York City. DC killin’ it already.


My only complaint would be that the staff wasn’t too cool about how long my cousin and I were taking. Sorry guys, we weren’t ready to give up our corner spot- we had quite a few stories we had to catch up on!

A milkshake should always promptly follow a salad, because they totally balance each other out anyway (so you can see how well that whole healthy thing goes…). My cousin chose Ted’s Bulletin, a 1920’s-themed chain restaurant with a few different locations in DC and its surrounding suburbs. They are known for their homemade Pop Tarts and other sweet treats, all of which are displayed in the window and along the entrance. They have a full menu, but we went directly for the shakes.


You have a choice: sweet or spiked. I went with spiked. My pick was a Peppermint Junior, which is a mint chocolate concoction with peppermint schnapps. It comes in an old-fashioned glass and they give you the excess in one of those antique-y metal cups.  Let’s play a quick game of Never Have I Ever: never have I ever been in a restaurant where they voluntarily give you extra milkshake (Also, my cousin and I were all “this is cool, but there’s no way we’ll still have room for this.” Needless to say, we ate the excess and those words, too.)


I happily drank ALL of this. 

If only I were able to spend all my weekends munching my way through a new city…

Feel The Fear, And Do It Anyway

^ A little life advice I try to give myself on the daily.

I think it’s a good little anecdote to live by (And not just because one of my friends bought me this book for my birthday). As a young girl, I just about avoided this concept like the plague. I severely lacked a reckless abandon. I was not the eight year old girl running completely naked across the beach before throwing herself into the water to play in the waves with her equally-as-naked twin brother. I was the eight year old who would watch from a safe 15 feet back, fully covered in a rash guard, thoroughly convinced that I might drown or be eaten by some aquatic animal should I set foot in the water. And then I would cry on the car ride home because I didn’t get to play in the ocean.

In fact, I was that eight year old in almost every aspect of my life until I was sixteen years old. At sixteen, my high school offered a one week trip to Spain with the Spanish Language department. I was one of the first people offered a spot. After days of crying over it, I fearfully turned it down, and instantly regretted the decision.

You know those people who have theories about the universe and its connectivity and everything happening for a reason and whatnot? I am one of those people. This made me one of those really annoying kids who always needed to know why or how everything happened. This now makes me a moderately nosy adult who asks lots of questions. This also explains why I was given another chance to go on the trip when someone dropped out just weeks before departure.

The universe aside, this was a really big move for very fearful me. More details on my trip to Spain here, but in short, the trip was the very first thing I ever did to push myself out of my tightly-compacted comfort zone. Yes, I was terrified, but I realized there were ways to expand my horizons at my own pace, which was way better than not doing it at all.

I moved to New York City. I traveled some more, and booked adventures all on my own. I revisited an incredible city. I moved to another state for an entire summer. And now, I’m looking at trips that involve climbing bridges and learning to surf, and I’m looking to move again for real.

Every once in a while, I’ll have a really pivotal look-back moment while doing something not at all revolutionary. Going out with friends or taking a bus somewhere else for the weekend is hardly groundbreaking. But sometimes, I’ll sit there proudly and think about eight year old or sixteen year old me. I bet she never knew what a little fear and an airplane ticket would do for her.

This doesn’t mean I am fearless. I am not going skydiving anytime soon. I still cried on my flight to Austin because I was going to miss my family. I gracefully bowed out of holding an alligator in Florida because the gator seemed rather angry. I still can’t wrap my head around eating snails because it reminds me of Ron Weasley throwing up slugs in the second Harry Potter movie. I haven’t acquired the same reckless abandon as my skinny-dipping friend, but there is something to be said for her tenacity. Her curiosity. Her thirst for all the wonderful things the waves, and life, has to offer.

That’s what I have acquired: by taking my fear, acknowledging it, and politely asking it to step aside for now, because I want to play in the ocean, too.

In My Humble Opinion…

South Beach, Miami never gets old.

It’s my favorite beach in the United States, and quite possibly the whole world.  I’ve been in search of another beach with perfect sand, clear blue water, great food, and endless people-watching, and South Beach just wins every time.

I’ve spent most of my time in South Beach with my behind happily planted in the sand next to the lifeguard stand near the 5th Street entrance to the beach. It’s the perfect jumping off point for walking the beach or swimming in the Atlantic, and is easy to find again if your party splits up.

The water is clear and blue and arguably perfect, though I grew up in the Northeastern United States, where our waves our stellar but the water is so murky that you’ll never find your feet. That’s not the case on South Beach. Feel free to splash as much as you like, without fearing anything beneath the surface.


Frolicking on my most recent visit! Special thanks to Submarine and 9Two5 Fit for the amazing swimsuit. Yes, it was a gift, but they’re Miami-based designers, and I would without a doubt happily pay for their stuff. Worth every penny to feel like a beachy princess!


If you can drag yourself off the beach for a little while, make a stop at Under The Mango Tree on 6th Street. Under The Mango Tree, a haven for acai bowls and smoothies, was one of the first places I ever reviewed on my blog. I’m not sure the post is still up, but regardless, the cute little shop has expanded since my first visit. There’s now more seating, more fun bohemian products to poke through, and more fruity goodness on the menu. There’s a little bit of a wait, especially if they’ve got a crowd, because everything is made fresh. It’s worth it, I promise, and the Mango Tree smoothie is undoubtedly the best way to fuel up after being out in the hot Miami sun.


Mango Tree smoothie; ingredients are simply mango, apple, strawberry, and agave syrup. Impossible to recreate, though I’ve tried. Would fly back just to satisfy the craving.

It you’re feeling more of a lunch kind of thing, take a break from tanning and stop by Apple A Day Café. It’s not near the beach, but it is the best lunch in all of South Beach. Apple A Day is a health food café that has been in business for 24 years. They create their own pressed juices, smoothies, bowls, omelets, wraps, soups, salads, etc. The O’Baked Chicken Bowl is my favorite, jam-packed with all sorts of healthy stuff (red cabbage, broccoli, bean sprouts, the works), but it’s so pretty and filling you won’t even think twice about the fact that it’s mostly vegetables. The juices are very expensive, but ask for a sample at the counter before committing, and they’ll happily help you out (The Raw Cacao one is my go-to because it tastes like chocolate milk, and is also less terrifying if you’re a pressed juice newbie. I got into pressed juice in Austin, and even I haven’t graduated to the really hardcore green stuff yet) And, if an adorable, bubbly girl with super-short hair happens to be working behind the counter, say hi, she’s my cousin!


O’Baked Chicken Bowl


Clockwise from the top: Pitaya Bowl, one of their many salads, Cold Killa pressed juice, Power Omelet, O’Baked Chicken Bowl

Whether you’re in search of perfect waves, the world’s best smoothie, or just a place to sit and watch eclectic locals go by, South Beach has something for everyone. And it just keeps getting better.

Collecting Memories

I’m an avid picture taker, and an avid writer (Obviously…). But, as I cleaned out my phone and laptop in preparation for new adventures (OK, mostly because I have far too many pictures of food floating around…) I found myself thinking about my collection of best travel moments, almost none of which are preserved in any of my pictures or journals. I think this is the beauty of travel, really… To collect memories of the moments you can’t put into words or keep forever in picture.

A few of my favorites (and perhaps my best attempt at some pictures to explain):

  • Hopping on a plane from Austin to Boston by myself at 3 AM in full hysterics, because loneliness is 200% a real emotion. I was so impressed with myself for trusting my gut. It’s also, to date, one of my favorite summer weekends; more here.

Boston Skyline, from the tarmac at Logan International

  • The Western Wall on Shabbat, the holiest day of the week for those of the Jewish faith. Whether you know what’s going on or not, there was a spirit and energy in the air that I hadn’t ever felt before, and haven’t been able to find since. The women’s side of the wall is full of song, dance, and celebration. Cried through most of that one too, but happy tears, I promise!


  • Taking residence on this balcony in Rome to watch everyone go by on Via Nazionale (No cappuccino though, unfortunately!).

Via Nazionale

  • Picnicking under the Eiffel Tour on the most perfect August day.



Walk The Moon @ Music Hall of Williamsburg

  • Breezing through London on one of those ridiculous tourist buses on my second trip to the city. I swear those things are secretly gold, and having been just a few months earlier, nothing was better than getting to see everything again in a different light.

Top of St. Paul’s Cathedral

My addiction to traveling is all about memories like these. Every time I think about them, I get all excited about the prospect of having more of them. Side effect of the travel bug? I mean, at this point, it wouldn’t surprise me…

Falling In Love

… With yet another city where the weather sucks about 75% percent of the time and the people have some degree of a bad attitude, but are we really surprised?

My friend and I declared it a mini-vacation, left our laptops in our rooms, and traded NYC for Boston for the weekend. We kicked it off with two (exceedingly awesome) seats to Ed Sheeran’s first and only US stadium show at Gillette Stadium in Foxborough, MA on Friday night (things we’ve been counting down to since literally June…). He is nothing short of incredible live; it’s just him, a loop pedal, and his guitar. To top it off, it was my first night ever in a stadium, and the very first time I’ve ever seen a crowd of just iPhone flashlights light up an area with 50,000 people in it, as if someone had turned the stadium lights on. The night was breathtaking, and for the girl who’s always thinking about her next trip, there was nowhere else I would’ve rather been at that very moment. It was the kind of show that leaves you saying, “Give me five or ten minutes collect my jaw off the floor, and regain my cool, if that’s at all possible” (It’s not. I had no composure for most of the show and most of the evening afterwards, he’s THAT GOOD).

IMG_2300IMG_2343And when we woke up the next morning and had finished recapping the night 700 times, we headed off to spend the afternoon in Boston. Boston was adorable. Having only ever really been once before at about age 11 (I don’t think this summer counts…), this was a treat. A purely walking city, I set one foot down on the cobblestone street and knew Boston was much more my speed than many places I’ve been recently. I fell hard and fast for the stately buildings, the harbor, the history, the flawless weather, their new Primark, and the extensive use of the word “wicked” to describe everything but the Broadway show. I know the perfect autumn breeze doesn’t last forever, but I feel like the New York-meets-London-meets-Copenhagen vibe might. Someone had basically taken all my favorite parts of some of the world’s best cities and stuck them all together, leaving me wishing I had more time to explore (as always…).


Boston Harbor

I’m aware that most of my posts about cities are more like love letters than anything else, but nevertheless, it felt good to be back on better (less total and complete meltdown?) terms. I’m already planning another visit to really get my hands on everything. Who knows, Boston could be my next big move…

Just Splurging

It was for one of the top restaurants in Austin, and my internship is almost over, so why not?

The first handful of interns is set to leave on Friday, with the rest of us following shortly after in the coming weeks. So, as a sendoff, a few of us got together and finally tested out Barley Swine.

An Anthony Bourdain favorite, Barley Swine is a cozy, intimate place, with a tasting menu that rotates every few weeks. Their current summer menu is fourteen incredible courses (Yes, fourteen…). Breakdown (and pictures!) below:

The meal kicked off with a crab, mango sorbet, and cantaloupe salad. Light and summery, the little salad is served in a miniature honey pot-shaped cup, and basically makes a statement somewhere along the lines of “OK, get ready”.


I admittedly dropped off the bandwagon for one course and a half; the Mango Shrimp was the half. It was a great idea that started with three difference types of shrimp and a mango sauce, until I found out the fried pieces of shrimp were the heads, and I just couldn’t. I promise I also tried the Octopus and Watermelon, which was one of the prettiest dishes. ¾ of the dish screamed “breakfast”, with perfect cubes of watermelon, a yogurt sauce, something that tasted mostly like granola to me, and a thin slice of octopus. I had trouble getting past the texture after the first bite, but admittedly, everything balanced out the super-salty octopus very well.


Don’t worry, guys. I was fully on board for the rest of the meal!

The table was real unenthused about the Spicy Eggplant when we read it on the menu… until it arrived, and we were surprised by a delicious bowl of spicy eggplant, lamb sausage, fried okra, and a ball of tomato soup you had to stab open like an egg yolk to mix it all together. The spicy sausage and eggplant was reminiscent of well-prepared chorizo (Though you probably already know this, I am OBSESSED with chorizo). The fried okra in the tomato soup converted us all into okra lovers. We also had a blast breaking open the tomato soup ball, and then were very nerdy about asking someone how they did it (It’s a chemical solution- safe to eat, obviously, similar to the way they used to make Gushers…)



The amazing fourth course was followed shortly after by a slice of summer squash, a mystery green sauce, seeds, and salty feta cheese. It really cooled your mouth down after the surprise eggplant/lamb combo, and coming from the girl who likes every cheese except feta, even I ate the whole thing.


Honestly, the whole experience is a food fest. We tried a Wagyu beef, avocado, and papaya bowl, which is pretty much a tropical beach in your mouth. The papaya is sliced into noodles that look like bean sprouts, and is surprisingly amazing. We also tested Shishito in a fermented mushroom sauce (We had to ask what shishito is; our original guess was some kind of sushi. Shishito is actually a sweet, mild pepper. Can you tell we kind of stuck out in the restaurant?) They come as pair, intended for you to share with the person sitting across from you. You take the whole thing and pop it in your mouth. The mushroom sauce is very mild, as is the pepper itself.


Beef, papaya noodles and avocado


Shishito peppers

We’re still going here. Big thumbs down for the mystery bubbles resting on top of my fish for the eighth course, but thumbs up for the fish itself, the corn, and the superb broth it was all floating around in. The broth tastes like really strong miso, and mixes well with the fish and the corn.


And, if you thought the tomato soup ball and the pop-in-your-mouth pepper was fun, just look at these….


This was the winner for me- after I took 9,368,038 different pictures of how freaking cute they are…

Obviously they’re adorable, but they’re also delicious. Stuffed with pork belly marinated in bourbon, there’s just the right amount of meat in there that it doesn’t explode all over your hand as soon as you pick it up, and you still get a substantial amount of flavor in each bite. Bonus: the piggy bun itself tastes like the fanciest Hawaiian roll you’ve ever had, only further enhancing the already-stellar pork. And really, how could you not love these?!

The tenth course (and final dinner course!) was a plate combining duck, potato, and plum. It was for sure a standout and a great finale, but who argues with well-cooked duck? The duck was perfect, as was the little dollop of whipped potato, with the shockingly-sweet plum to balance it. Only downside: it’s super hard to be ladylike while cutting it…


Here comes the sweet stuff! We spent all of dinner trying to guess what vinegar pie actually was, and were thrilled to pieces to discover that it’s a palate cleanser, but it’s also dessert (MIND. BLOWN.)

The vinegar comes in in the form of a whipped topping, almost like meringue, and is a little more on the sour side (similar to sour froyo flavors!). It’s balanced out by a pecan crumble layer beneath it, and another layer of dried fruit below that. Everyone’s at the table was a little bit different, but as soon as the waitress turned her back, every one of them was gone.


The surprise and delight continued with our actual dessert: Three little bites arranged on a strange, pot-like plate. The first was fruit leather and cheese, the second a minty spin on a cannoli, and the third a homemade candy bar, with caramel, nuts, and a coffee semifreddo. The bar melted all over our hands, but was a unanimous table favorite.


And it didn’t stop there. We were asked to lift the tops off of our pot-shaped plates, only to discover that dessert continued with three more hidden treats (these are not advertised anywhere in the restaurant, or on the menu online)! Underneath was locally-made caramel, a sesame paper-wrapped chocolate ravioli, and an Arnold Palmer-flavored gelatin coated in sugar. The caramel was so sticky and flavorful, it lasted until after we paid the bill.


Barley Swine, although a little on the pricier side, is 110% worth a visit if you happen to be in Austin. Other than the fact that everything on the menu is worth trying, the meal itself is an experience, and is guaranteed fun for all involved. Now, the real question is: how do I go about getting a few of those piggy pork buns back home to New York?

Barley Swine

2024 S Lamar Blvd

Austin, TX

I Think I’ll Go To Boston

So if you aren’t familiar with one of my all-time favorite songs, even though New York and Boston are sworn enemies, click here. And yes, I totally played this song as we took off from DFW, and descended into BOS.

I have to admit it. I got lonely, a little bit sad, and it got to the point where I was willing to put down just about any amount of money to be in the presence of anyone I knew and loved. So I did.

Right up there with my most brilliant ideas? Maybe not. Worth it? Absolutely.

I made a really impulsive, very expensive decision about four days before the 4th of July to crash at one of my friend’s houses just outside of Boston. We talk non-stop, but I hadn’t seen her for months and I missed her like crazy, and I really needed someone to validate my consistent use of the word “hella” and be accepting of my constant talking about New York.

Honestly, the first thing we did when I got off the plane (besides encounter some severe issues finding each other) was go to Costco. We have one in my little suburban town back home, and as a kid I never liked going (because I was, and probably still am, that kid who doesn’t like shopping unless it’s specifically for me), but it was the most fun I’ve ever had going to Costco. Being away makes you appreciate all of the little things you take for granted, like going for thirds on all of Costco’s samples.

We grabbed pizza and visited an old-fashioned candy shop, and saw Magic Mike XXL just for Channing Tatum and Twitch. We made several Dunkin’ Donuts runs (Dunkin’ was invented in Massachusetts so they’re everywhere, and I can’t get to the one in Austin!). On the 4th of July, we crashed someone’s backyard fireworks show. In reality, it was the simplest suburban weekend in the history of ever, but it might have been the most fun I’ve had all summer.


On top of that, perhaps what made me happiest (since I am currently attempting to live alone for the very first time) was that I got to go off to bed for two nights knowing my friend was asleep on the other side of the room, instead of several states and a time zone away. Apparently I never realized how much of a difference it makes to know that your parents are just down the hall, or your sister is next door, or that your friends live just 3 floors below you or across the street. It’s another thing I have clearly taken for granted (Being an adult is going really well, guys…).

It was over all too soon, I was missing it before I even left the ground at Logan International, and I already cannot wait to go back.

I hear it’s nice in the summer… Augustana, I can assure you it’s all that and then some.

Intern Perks

Every once in a while, my internship turns into summer camp, and the interns get the afternoon off to play in Austin. This time, our afternoon off involved copious amounts of eating, because our company treated us to a Food Truck Tour.

We made five stops, starting with Micklethwait Craft Meats, AKA real Texas Barbecue (finally!). It’s located just around the corner from the world-famous Franklin BBQ, and from my understanding, it’s just as good, if not better. We sat outside under the trees, and were given brisket, ribs, and jalapeno cheese grits (insert heart eyes emoji face here). I ate all of it, though the brisket was my favorite. The skin was super salty and it wasn’t at all tough.


The next stop was East Side King, which is a famous food truck in Austin. We actually stopped at their storefront, where the guide ordered for us and we were able to sit inside in the air conditioning. He ordered Tori Meshi, which is Korean friend chicken. It was good, but not outstanding. What I really wanted to try were the Poor Qui’s buns, but we weren’t able to order any. Maybe next time? 🙂


Tori Meshi

Our last stop involved three different trucks at once, or as our guide called it, The Trifecta. We started with Regal Ravioli and their amazing garlic bread. Though I admit I may have really just been a fan of their Texas Toast-style garlic bread, this truck was great. Their raviolis were covered in Parmesan cheese, and I’m honestly sold on anything involving Parmesan cheese!


Sorry for the horrible picture quality… taking these on my phone!

40 North Pizza is Regal Ravioli’s next door neighbor. By this point, I had very little room left for any food at all, and I will openly admit to being an elitist, New York pizza snob. However, when their fresh Margherita pie was brought over, looking amazing in all its homemade mozzarella glory, I caved and took a small piece. Not at all bad for Texas pizza…

And of course, we finished with cupcakes. The cupcakes were delivered to us, which in the Texas heat may not have been the best idea, but because they were Sugar Mama’s Bake Shop cupcakes, they were still the I had looked up their flavors while we were still at the office that morning, and had already pre-selected which one I wanted to try from their menu, which changes daily. The boxes were opened and the interns descended upon them, but not before I swooped in and grabbed one of the Odd Couple cupcakes.


Usually I’m not a chocolate cake girl, but the Odd Couple is basically a caramel, chocolate, and pretzel cupcake, so how could it really be wrong? It was a little melty from the heat, but all I’ve been thinking about for literally days is a Caramel Milkshake from the Smashburger right by my school in Manhattan, and the perfectly sugary, homemade caramel icing on the Odd Couple solved that problem (For now, anyway…).

I then had to surrender, as I had for sure hit food comatose, and needed a nap. Regardless, I promise I’m eating my way through Austin, slowly but surely!