I'm always the one people forget about at dinners.

I'm not very good at eating alone.

7pm aperitivo. Genius.

Food envy.

Two too many and the only one not wearing a suit and tie at Cipriani's Wall St.

It just aint fair, the cupboards are bare.

5 dumplings for $1 used to taste good, now they just taste like my bank balance.

Ugh, the lines at Whole Foods are constantly beyond unreasonable.

A day in Bray, is a nice way, to end my stay, in the UK.

Stuffing myself at The Wolseley's high tea before a big night out was not the best idea.

It's always the booze that fucks you.

Dash Snow, Spike Jonze and a ThreeAsFour? I must be at Bacaro.

The taste of death.

Mickey Rourke, Jay-Z and Ashley Dupre? I must be at the Waverly Inn.

The dizzying highs and the brutal lows of the Whole Foods shopping experience.

Sundays mean dim sum. Yum.

Some days are better than others.

Don't panic, it's organic.