Leggings are a wardrobe staple for all fashionable New York women, not just the likes of Miley and models
Long live the legging! Montana Republican House leaders agreed to amend an asinine one-page dress code last week that declared "leggings are not considered dress pants" for women working on the house floor, after critics dubbed the code sexist and outdated. "After getting much controversy, (the dresscode) has now been revised to business casual," Chief Clerk of the Montana House Lindsey Grovom told the Daily News of the former guidelines which also stated "Women should be sensitive to skirt lengths and necklines." If New York ever tried to do the same thing, the entire city would have to...
Famed Roca Brothers commit to feeding the world
The interior of El Celler de Can Roca, named the world's best restaurant.Courtesy of American Express Feed the world. That’s what the Roca Brothers—Joan, Josep, and Jordi—of top-rated Catalan restaurant El Celler de Can Roca have set out to do. Guests who can get a reservation are in for a worldly experience at the restaurant in the medieval city of Girona, Spain, which has been ranked No. 1 twice on the World’s 50 Best Restaurants list. Waiters carry out 3D globes with round, orbiting morsels each resembling a taste of a specific country listed on the menu. Flavors of Japan are...
Dubai boast the highest restaurant in the world at 1,450 feet inside the Burj Khalifa
I dare you to find a more elevated dining experience. At.mosphere — the highest restaurant in the world — towers over the city of Dubai at a whopping 1,450 feet above ground.It's located on the 122nd floor of the Burj Khalifa. I rode the elevator up to the restaurant entrance within the massive steel structure, ears popping as the doors opened up to At.mosphere (atmosphereburjkhalifa.com). This palatial eatery is dressed to the nines in dramatic decor with white table clothes and black leathers seats. It's aptly named — you'll feel as though you're on another planet while looking out at...
Bill Murray was my bartender last night
I blame Bill Murray for my hangover. After hearing that the iconic actor would be bartending at his son's restaurant, 21 Greenpoint, on Friday night, I figured I'd give him a shot. Turns out, he ended up giving me a few too many. I waited anxiously in line among dozens of screaming super fans — one couple proudly left work early and donned T-shirts with Murray's face on it; another clad in makeshift "Ghostbuster gear." As soon as I got inside the restaurant, I snagged a glass of Prosecco and weaseled my way to the front of the jam-packed bar, where I refused to move until my next drink...