LeopardForBreakfast

Thoughts on the Subway

The other day I forgot my headphones in some coat pocket and was left in mental solitary confinement for all 29 minutes of my commute. My mind started to roam to weird ass places. What does everyone think about when they’re left with just their thoughts? Here’s a glimpse. (more…)

So I realized I never finished blabbering about the things I inhaled in Paris last month, which is a crime and no way to end the year. What if I didn’t tell the world about my goat cheese quiche? How would people even find purpose? IDK. So here I go. Also, this is how I remember my caloric intake/revelations abroad, which is crucial for when I migrate/elope there and never come back. (more…)

Fatass Edition. (more…)

Eating for the Apocolypse

Because Paris. (more…)

A lunch time revelation

Sometimes, 15 minutes of happiness (and carbs) can cost you $15 and it’s worth every cent (and potentially every pound). (more…)

Great Pizza. So last week I finally tried Speedy Romeo for dinner because apparently I’ve been living under a rock or something and it took me a while to go but that’s okay because I shouldn’t be eating pizza regularly anyways. (Only because I can’t cheat on my tacos like that.) (more…)

The Quarter Life Crisis

Is Real. (Warning: encyclopedia ahead.) (more…)

Cozy and Gray. (more…)

I’ve definitely been off my Leopard game, but I did have some spicy tequila cocktails this weekend at The Up & Up that all should try when in need of some swanky $15 cocktails in Greenwich Village. (more…)

Relax, there’s obviously brunch involved. The pilgrimage was to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens, which is a nice stop to make when your grandparents are visiting, though probably more worth it when the cherry blossoms are on the scene. (more…)

This is Not a Food Post

It may also be Rated R, and not appropriate for creatures of all ages and thought processes. I’m also running on 5 hours of sleep infused with a severe and well-deserved hangover because I indulged in tequila festivities last night and topped them off with a visit to Leyenda and Clover Club in Brooklyn to further enhance my alcoholic tendencies and I swear the mango got me feeling like…I…

In the span of one block in the West Village, the amount of restaurants, bars and anything in between is overwhelming enough to justify the consumption of Xanax at 2 PM on a Sunday. (more…)

I’ve taken better squash images since my inception, I really have. But the lighting was meh, and the photo wouldn’t do it justice anyway, so you’re going to have to take my word and head to Santina immediately and eat this squash carpaccio. (more…)

It has corn, therefore it is a vegetable. And it has Serrano, therefore it’s a metabolism booster. It also has tequila, therefore promotes sanity and facilitates f*cked up decision making, which is always essential. (more…)

If you’re anything like me (dangerous intro to any thought in life), you find temporary taco tattoos and woven baskets with dangling pom poms of equal importance in life. If you identify with either, along with essentials like horse hair keychains and pineapple embellished Soludos, than Thomas Sires is the store you’ve been looking for. (more…)

It’s a simple sitch. Brunching in Nolita has become a THING. Everyone and their mother is taking over my coffee shops and go-to spots, which leaves me roaming the streets of Chinatown, fishy scent lingering in the air, hunger pangs consuming me throughout, and a sense of desperation in regards to the upcoming source of my sustenance. (more…)