A hotel that’s bound to be the next millennial haven of South Beach, because… because WE SAY SO. Dear Diary, We’re seriously considering moving to Miami. Dare we say, we’re ready to don speedos…
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cue visions of the two of us, wearing baggy jeans, eating sour cream and onion Pringles, listening to Waterfalls, deciding whether or not to get a ‘barbed wire’ arm tattoo. Life-changing decisions. REGARDLESS, consider…
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wherein we dance with beside cast members from Vanderpump Rules, order lobster for practically every meal and meet so many French men and women that we begin greeting every Uber driver with “Bonjour ALLUMER…
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Side-Effects include: obnoxious smiling with excessive tooth to gum ratio, fourteen hours of sleep on a cloud, laughing so much we fart. We don’t know if it’s just us — and surely it is,…
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Three words: frito pie benedict. Meaning, we ate poached eggs with hollandaise sauce and chili over a bed of frito chips. We don’t intend to review Sawyer & Co. (during our quick trip to Austin,…
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Perhaps a step too far, claiming our religion exists in the hallowed halls of retail, BUT, don’t judge, Judge Judy. We hold the following to be true: Barneys is our happy place. For each of…
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An egg, a pretzel bun, and bacon all walk into a bar. And then we eat them. YAY. Our favorite burger in San Francisco is from Mason Pacific, in the form of what they…
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Hands down, our absolute favorite hotel. We’ll likely change our opinion when the Taj Mahal invites us for an exclusive stay, but, for now, Langham Place takes the cake. Here’s how our week panned…
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Dare we say, we’re very brave. VERY brave. Braver than all the Disney princes combined. After splitting a large pepperoni and sausage pizza between the two of us in Yosemite Valley, we dared to drive…