Tag: #Tapas
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Paella Night at Bravas: a taste of romance…

Food is erotic. If that phrase shocks you, you’re probably new here. If that phrase somehow insults you or makes you feel uncomfortable, maybe I’m not the writer for you. If you know food (or me) intimately enough, you probably read that first sentence and thought to yourself, “No shit; tell me something I don’t…
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Pintxo & Tinto: “Buy the ticket. Take the ride.”

I’ve had trouble writing lately…again. I still love writing; words just aren’t flowing like they used to, which leaves me feeling unlike myself. I think I’m broken. If a hundred thousand dollar English degree doesn’t entitle me to unwavering creativity, what the fuck did I pay for? Bestie says I can’t always have creative juices…
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Bravo Bravas!

I’ve never wanted to fight somebody over eggplant before. Enter Bravas, inspiring me to reach new heights of debauchery with their delicious cuisine. They opened their doors to their new ‘weird, Spanish-American restaurant’ at eleven o’clock sharp(ish) on this Tuesday morning. While I wasn’t the first person in the door, I was the first person…
