Mr. Foodinista and I are leaving shortly to go play in a paddle tennis tournament in Santa Monica. Truth is stranger than fiction.
Several years ago, sitting over brunch at the Sunset Marquis in West Hollywood, a fashion editor friend in town from NY said, “You know what you are? A foodinista.” I think we were discussing Louboutins and guanciale at the time. But whatever it was, the name made sense. And it ... Continue reading →
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