I get off the train at Bridgehampton starving

It's also the first time I've eaten a chicken wing in my life.

I contemplate why I've never eaten a chicken wing before.

Hamptons and rosé, blaaa.

Happy 4th of July!

Whatever.

I delight in ordering off of the appetizer menu when I dine out.

Soho House does a similar crudité, and I order it often.

I'm happy as a clam.

I will not eat grapefruit any other way.

I go to the NoMad, my favorite hotel and restaurant in the city

the sea urchin stuns me into a dreamlike state