Party on Wheels

Let it be no surprise that I love a good party: the perfect chance to mingle, dance in public, wear something you could never pull off at work and eat yummy treats prepared by someone else (they always taste better.) As much fun as wining and dining on someone else’s dime is, I actually prefer… Continue reading Party on Wheels

Keyed Up

Although my family’s restaurant is distinctly Italian, I, on the other hand, am Greek, as is a large part of my family. Together, we manage to fulfill numerous┬ástereotypes about Greek-Americans, one manicotti at a time. For years, I resisted my Greekness, trying to “fit in” with the Smiths and Walkers of the world, never quite… Continue reading Keyed Up