We all have that little voice. The one that says you can’t, or you shouldn’t. But when you I learned how to shush that voice, I learned how to be free.
New Orleans is so much more than its reputation as a haven of debauchery. I should know, I lived there for 15 years – and for some of them I was sober.
With just over three days to spend in Seattle, my aunt and I discovered a foodie haven filled with art, nature, and laughter. And we hammed it up hard core.
Le Mousso embodies the concept of joyful eating with laughter and light and verve, with hyper-seasonal dishes that play with your expectations.
Not to sugar coat it or anything, but getting sober is a living nightmare. I mean, the end result can be happiness and freedom and joy beyond your wildest dreams, but the process? It fucking sucks. As I’ve heard a million times, “alcohol wasn’t the problem, it was the solution.” That might sound nuts to someone who hasn’t walked this…
Fine dining restaurants don’t have to be stuffy – the first of a four part series looks at Travail Kitchen & Amusements in Minneapolis