thirty-something. survivor of quarter-life crises and more. eats anything from street food to molecular gastronomia. drinks anything from weak tea by the street to vintage champagne at the bar. cooks anything from two-ingredient vegetarian toss-ups to four-course meat fests. travels on anything from twenty dollars a day to five-star luxury. still hasn’t eaten, drunk, cooked nor travelled enough.
tells it like it is. hasn’t had the luxury of having a restaurant sponsor her meals. has had to pay for all her meals, with the very occasional expensed meal. more frequently now, a significant other steps in and takes the tab. she adores that.