Archive for August, 2010

A glass of the Adirondack, please

Posted by    |    August 12th, 2010 at 11:07 pm

Drinking a glass of wine at 1:30pm on a weekday is an integral part of my being. Nia Vardalos and I are currently working on the installation of My Big Fat Italian Drinking Problem. (Kidding.) Today, my friend and I are visiting Times Ten Cellars to sample Lakewood’s finest. We arrived at the beautiful venue as Kert, the founding partner, was cleaning up remnants of their 5th year anniversary party from the night before. My kind of place already.



Posted by    |    August 12th, 2010 at 6:49 pm

This may be the Highland Park chick in me speaking, but, I’d heard a lot of great things about the grandeur that is Swiss Avenue, and all I have to say is: not so much. Driving down the avenue, my eyes were met with unmanicured lawns and houses that seriously need to be gutted in order to receive my stamp of approval. If you own a large home on a street whose name is synonymous with “McMansion” I think you can afford a landscaping service. Please, mow your lawn.

Sorry, Mandy

Posted by    |    August 9th, 2010 at 7:33 pm

Lakewood is preserved in the 1960s, and I am Christopher Walken at the end of Blast from the Past. The last time I came here was for a Mandy Moore concert during my sophomore year of college, which I inevitably missed, because I came on the wrong day. I tried to pull open the doors of the Lakewood Theatre, and was undoubtedly perplexed as to why the doors were locked. Why would an establishment try to keep me from seeing Mandy? The nerve. Probably because my concert ticket said March 25, and it was March 26. I have not returned since that fateful day.

Driving down 30E, the Dallas skyline in my rearview mirror was a strange sight (I’m normally driving toward it, One Arts Plaza to my left, the ball to my right). Lakewood eludes me.

I’m starting my day at Legal Grounds Law and Coffee, because it’s the morning, and the aroma of hazelnut coffee is quite enticing. Also, my habit of going to bed at 2am and waking up at 7am weighs on a person after a while. I order my 16oz drip from a cute A&M grad, and proceed to an area in the middle of the shop, primed for eavesdropping. My only complaint is that there is no Wi-Fi, which is the main reason you aren’t reading this post until the Monday after the fact. See I told you: 1960s.

Bottom line (thus far): Lakewood is a sweet little oasis Northeast of big city living. I recommend it if you don’t want to climb your way through concrete on a daily basis. It’s charming here. Let’s do this.