I don’t live in New York anymore. At least that's how it feels. Gone are the nights of tucking myself into a corner two-top at a busy restaurant while the snow comes down outside. Instead, I sit on my couch, balancing a plate on my lap, watching whatever show we’re burning through that week. Sure, the food is good, the wine is fine, and the company is g…
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