Category: Bless Your Heart
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Bless Your Heart, New York: Goldilocks and the Three Roommates
Dear New York, It’s been a minute since we’ve had a chat, just you and me. In general, you’ve been kind to me lately. Your air is finally starting to turn crisp, the hot garbage perfume of summer being swept out by the smoky leaf notes of my favorite season. You’ve given me karaoke nights…
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Bless Your Heart, New York: A Room of One’s Own
Dear New York, I feel like we need to talk. You and I got off to a rocky start, I know. You were cold and distant, maybe I didn’t try hard enough, but the point is we had finally settled into a groove. Not exactly a fairy tale romance, but things were going alright. Then,…
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Bless Your Heart, New York: You Still Can’t Make a Mint Julep
We wrote to New York once already, back when we first started this blog, about their difficulty grasping the essence of a cocktail we hold most dear. Given the Derby season, and the city’s seeming inability to follow our instructions, we have decided to issue a reminder. So New York, consider this your second notice.…
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Bless Your Heart, New York: BBQ Blues
Dear New York, We’ve got a bone to pick with you. See we’ve been here a while, and we’ve seen some things. Some things that you call barbecue. But we’re here to inform you that BBQ as you know it is, for the most part, not BBQ at all. And, dear misinformed New York, you…
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Bless Your Heart, New York: A Girl’s Gotta Eat
This article is part of an ongoing series titled “Bless Your Heart, New York,” in which we ever so sweetly remind the Big Apple of the things they are doing oh so wrong. Bless their hearts. Dear New York, There’s something we need to discuss. I understand you’ve got your food-related charms — your dollar…
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Bless your heart, New York: Sweet or Unsweet
This article is part of an ongoing series titled “Bless Your Heart, New York,” in which we ever so sweetly remind the Big Apple of the things they are doing oh so wrong. Bless their hearts. Dear New York, We need to talk. There is a question every Southerner holds near and dear to her…
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Bless your heart, New York. You tried to make a mint julep.
This post is the first in an ongoing series titled “Bless Your Heart, New York,” in which we ever so sweetly remind the Big Apple of the things they are doing oh so wrong. Bless their hearts. Dear New York, I have a bone to pick with you. Lately I’ve noticed a trend in what…
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