Few know about the seedy underbelly of 90s Manhattan lifestyle magazine writing, but without them, we wouldn't be pronouncing mozarella "mootzarella," nor would our french toast be topped with Beaufort, as is now law in Nolita. Here we see them in one of their underground espresso-offs, in which the loser would have their trust fund brutally cut. Note the demitasse flourish, properly termed "throwing shade," which, while not worth any points, cemented the reputation of many a publishing agent.
Few know about the seedy underbelly of 90s Manhattan lifestyle magazine writing, but without them, we wouldn't be pronouncing mozarella "mootzarella," nor would our french toast be topped with Beaufort, as is now law in Nolita. Here we see them in one of their underground espresso-offs, in which the loser would have their trust fund brutally cut. Note the demitasse flourish, properly termed "throwing shade," which, while not worth any points, cemented the reputation of many a publishing agent.
frackle 1 week ago
I can't tell if the title is sarcastic or seriousness.
I love espresso, but overdoing it puts me on the razor's edge of panic attacks. And I've never had a panic attack.
paradigmshift7758 2 weeks ago
Terrific...
suzstier 1 month ago
Love it!! Congrats!
hsamuels23 1 month ago
Heartburn and Palpitations it should be called!!!
Libralin6 1 month ago
Gregg!! This is wild. I love it. Fun chemistry between you two!
tunetraveler 1 month ago
YIKES!
alaxhakinge 1 month ago