Tag: Harlem

I was never the girl who knew how she got anywhere How did I come to be in Condesa, Sunset, Gràcia, or Harlem Somewhere there had to be a leap of faith Stuffing a sock Down fear’s fat throat As if that could keep it quiet On every quilted night I thought there had to be an ans...

Ah, the Spanish Harlem, a drink born out of the collective sighs and eye-rolls of bartenders everywhere. Legend has it that it was created during a particularly grueling shift, when the bartender’s spirit had been crushed by a never-ending stream of entitled customers and inane requests. In a ...