A Weekend of keeping up with the snots at The Hamptons

The Hamptons was never on my bucket list even during my shallow twenty-something years. At that age, I was constantly around the party crowd, who regularly went clubbing just to see and be seen. It’s ironic that at my current stage of life, the stage of “I-no-longer-give-a-fuck-what-people-think” (please excuse the French ūüėä), that I decided to pay the Hamptons a visit. Let’s just say, I don’t plan to go back ever, yet I’m still glad I went (only to justify my initial impression of it).

Typically, when people think of the Hamptons they have an image of the South Fork in their mind. The group of villages and hamlets in the towns of Southampton and East Hampton form the South Fork of Long Island, New York. Examples of these villages and hamlets in the Town of Southampton are Sag Harbor (partially shared with the Town of East Hampton), Southampton (same name as the town), Bridgehampton, Westhampton. The town of East Hampton, includes the villages and hamlets of East Hampton (same name as the town), Montauk, Amagansett, Wainscott, and partially includes Sag Harbor.


My cousin and I arrived in Newark International Airport where my aunt (who lives in New Jersey) picked us up. From there we drove to the Hamptons and endured the horrendous traffic on a Friday afternoon rush hour. But since we haven’t seen each other in a few years, the conversations made up for it.

Our first stop was at the Wölffer Estate Vineyard. In the summer, they have Sunset Fridays and Saturdays at the Wine Stand from 5pm until sunset but since we arrived quite late, people were already starting to leave by the time we got there. We saw a glimpse of the crowd, however, and they were mostly young, rich, loud, and obnoxiously drunk (and because of their demeanor, not beautiful)!

A young man took our pictures but without escaping the ugly stares from his women companions. When I was taking my selfie in the wine stand (where we bought a bottle of rose), the same guy who took our pictures annoyingly photobombed me and once again I got the nastiest glare from one of the women (assuming his girlfriend). I wanted to tell her,”hey princess, I could be as old as his mommy so bug off with your insecurities!” Lol.

We had ¬†dinner at Nick and Toni’s, one of the most acclaimed restaurants in East Hampton. The three of us ordered the wood oven roasted whole fish that costs $42 each (and this is the usual price range of entrees in most restaurants). Bottles of wines can go up to almost $300 ¬†so of course we chose the local wine which was the cheapest ($42) and our final dinner bill amounted to $240 ¬†(but hey what do you expect, you’re at The Hamptons!).

Our hotel (more like a motel), the 380 Inn, was the least expensive hotel we could get in the area. (By the way, we booked our hotel a couple of months prior and a lot of them were already booked up). The price we paid for each night was $340 (almost the price of one night at the Ritz in Dallas), however, splitting between the three of us wasn’t too bad but imagine paying this price by yourself!


Before strolling to window shop at East Hampton village, we had breakfast at Pierre’s. My cousin chose this place only because they had sidewalk tables. I would’ve been just fine at Starbucks (especially after finding out they carry The Hamptons mugs ūüėä), but she insisted that we are, after all, at the Hamptons and we needed to blend in with the crowd (whatever that meant). The servers at Pierre’s were so unfriendly and no one smiled. Great start of the day, I thought!

The shopping at East Hampton village is what I had anticipated. I read that when visiting ¬†the Hamptons, one of the things you absolutely have to do is shopping. Umm, great suggestion, assuming you were made of money! After taking several pictures in front of stores we can’t afford, we were ready to drive towards Montauk. But first we stopped for lunch at Lunch.

Lunch is famous for lobster rolls, but that’s not the only reason we were there. My aunt and I are huge fans of the Showtime series, The Affair, and the restaurant was one the most distinguished film location spots in the show. In fact, after lunch, we took a little tour around Montauk to see some of the other places where they had filmed, much to my cousin’s annoyance, since she didn’t follow the series.¬†

The lobster roll at Lunch did not disappoint. Of all the places we dined, this was the most memorable. In spite of the show’s popularity, (and people were actually visiting the restaurant because of it which made it a popular tourist destination), the quality of the food was not sacrificed.

The most iconic destination in Montauk is the Lighthouse. But we felt it was quite hefty to pay $10 for parking on top of the $11 entrance fee. We decided not to go in and we just ended up taking several (well, a lot) of photos using the lighthouse as a backdrop.

We followed the trail that led to the water and found more spots to take pictures with the lighthouse as the background.

We drove around Montauk and searched for more film locations for The Affair (such as the ranch). My aunt and I were excited to see these places in real life and ¬†my cousin was once again annoyed that she couldn’t relate to our stories. ūüėĀ

Gurney’s Inn Resort and Spa in Montauk is where the Hamptons crowd flaunt their money‚ÄĒa parade of expensive cars line up in the valet. My cousin was thrilled at the party scene by the beach and wanted to join in (she remained a party animal in spite of her age). Not to be a party pooper, but looking at the demographics of the people there (mostly half my age), I wasn’t interested. Been there done that. The heavy partying I’ve done in my younger days is over.

After watching wealthy intoxicated millennials, I was ready to leave. I suggested we go to Gosman’s to chill and watch the sunset. The ambience at this restaurant was definitely much more subdued than at Gurney’s and the absence of drunken wild party animals was a relief. .¬†


We spent our Sunday morning searching for the “perfect” brunch spot. We couldn’t find one within the vicinity of our hotel so we drove to Sag Harbor and glad we did. From our hotel (Wainscott) to Sag Harbor, we passed along beautiful tree lined streets, pristine golf courses, and gorgeous mansions. We spotted The American Hotel and Restaurant and we unanimously decided this would be the ideal place to recap our Hampton adventure. The ambience in the hotel has that old world elegance and their quaint restaurant is decorated with full of charm, as if dining in a small garden in an English countryside.

On our way back to the city, we ended our Hampton trip with a picture in front of the Hook Windmill (also known as Old Hook Mill, a historic windmill on North Main Street in East Hampton).

Our time together at the Hamptons will always be treasured but most likely I won’t be back. I was taken aback by the unfriendliness of the people (visitors included). Although I expected the snobbish climate, since the Hamptons is one of the most expensive real estates in America, I wonder if the visitors must think they too need to act snooty in order to blend in?

What also bothered me was the lack of diversity and if ever we ran into Asians or Hispanics, they were mostly in the service industry. Entering a store in Montauk, we were asked by the shop owner where we’re from. “I’m from Dallas, she lives in New Jersey, and she’s from Florida,” I replied. “Oh I meant what’s your nationality. You all look ¬†very exotic!” she said. I was tempted to say ‘we are Americans’ but I knew what she meant. It’s been a while since I was asked where I originally came from. I assume they do not see too many Filipinos or southeast Asians at the Hamptons!

The not-so-touristy New York 

If you’re like me who’s been to New York City many times and are no longer interested in seeing the touristy route, or it’s your first time in the city but hate the usual tourist crowd, here are alternative ways to see some of the famous spots yet still enjoy New York City as a tourist but also feel like a local.

1) Manhattan’s Skyline¬†

When I was there a few weeks ago, I went rooftopping twice, a great alternative to ¬†Empire State or Top of the Rock. You won’t only get to see the breathtaking views of the Manhattan skyline but you’ll also get to enjoy it with a cocktail or two. And the best part‚ÄĒpeople watching (it’s what you do in New York City)! I recommend The Press Lounge¬†located on the 16th floor of the Ink48 Hotel, 653 11th Avenue in Hell’s Kitchen neighborhood. And if you feel like splurging on your night out, you can eat at their sister venue, Print, located on the ground floor of the hotel. You can bypass the lines to the rooftop if you dine there (there wasn’t a line when I went). And make sure to say hi to their manager, Orlando, for me. He treated me to a nice cake and bubbles on my birthday! ūüćĺūüéā

However, f you feel cheated by skipping Empire State or Top of the Rock, you can of course go, especially if it’s your first time in the city! ¬†Remember you don’t need to go to both since the experience is the same. The hard part is choosing between the two. Empire State is classic but what you’ll miss seeing once you’re on top is Empire State Building itself (ah, duh, you’re on it lol!).

The view from the Empire State

The advantage of going to Top of the Rock is you’ll get a magnificent photo of the Empire State Building. But if you are a hard core tourist, by all means, go to both. By the way, the Top of the Rock is in Rockefeller Center and this means you are in one of the must-visit places in New York City.

This is the view from Top of the Rock Rockefeller Center

The best time to go is definitely at least an hour before sunset. You can get a glimpse of the skyline in two perspectives: day and night. The pictures become more dramatic when it gets dark.

2) Statue of Liberty 

If you don’t mind about not getting upclose and personal with Ms. Liberty, then taking the ferry to Staten Island is the best alternative to see the most famous American icon. Take the subway to Bowling Green or South Ferry and hop on a ferry for a free ride across New York Harbor. The boats run 24 hours a day.

[caption width="3768" id="attachment_4601" align="alignnone"] Somewhere in this photo stands the Statue of Liberty.

Another way to see the Statue of Liberty is by walking across the Brooklyn Bridge, one of the classic New York experiences. It also  offers a magical view of Lower Manhattan. But the downside of this is she will be too tiny to  show up in the pictures (but if you have those professional cameras you might be able to get a better picture than my iPhone).

3) Shows in New York City 

The City of New York is an important center for the arts, music, film, and theater. Visitors flock to Times Square to watch some of the current broadway shows but tickets can get really expensive. If they are way off your budget, you might want to consider going to a live show taping and be a part of the studio audience for free!

One of the highlights of my recent trip to New York City was going to The Daily Show with Trevor Noah as part of the live studio audience. Although this takes planning at least a couple of months ahead. I googled, “how to get tickets to The Daily Show,” and I was directed to ShowClix. Click on the date you plan to go and it should indicate if there are still available slots for that day.

This is the line for “non-guaranteed”

Be aware that there are two types of General Admission TIckets:



You will mostly get the second type (general entry not guaranteed). This is a first come basis. People usually start lining up by 1:00pm (I arrived at around noon but noticed no one has lined up yet so I went to get lunch but when I came back there were already about 6 people in front of me). There’s also a Subway right next to the studio where you can eat while waiting for people to start showing up (but I didn’t because I can’t get myself to eat at Subway in NYC ūüėä). There were also two lines being formed so make sure you are in the correct line (non guaranteed) to avoid wasting time.

The guaranteed ticket holders line up at the main entrance

They have a limited number of guaranteed seats and after everyone shows up with guaranteed tickets, then they start letting those who are in the first-come basis (capacity is 200 pax I believe). I must warn you that this is a very long process, taking almost half a day, but worth it if you have the time to spare. The couple ahead of me in the line had to take a day off from work (their apartment was right next to the studio) just so they can attend the show. This is not just for tourists but for locals as well.

After about 4 hours of patiently waiting ¬†on a hot summer day, I was inside the studio by 6pm. The actual taping with Trevor Noah was rather quick (about 30-40 min) and he did it all in one take. Initially, a comedian warms up the audience for a good 15 minutes then Trevor Noah shows up and takes three questions from the audience. If you are a big fan of the host like me (Trevor Noah is my newest celebrity crush), then this experience is worth it in spite of the long wait. One of the benefits is you get to meet tourists and locals alike while you’re in line. And after all those hours spent talking to them, you would’ve already heard half of their life stories!

*The show tapes at the Daily Show Studios, 733 11th Avenue, between 51st and 52nd Street

4) United Nations 

One of the tours I’ve enjoyed immensely was to the ¬†United Nations.. I did this twice, first time in 2013, and went back for the second time in 2014 to include a lunch at the Delegates Dining Room, something that was way out of my budget but totally worth it. The visitors to the United Nations come from all over the world which makes it even much more interesting. If I had a choice between going to a museum or a UN tour, I would very much choose the latter (I could skip all the museums in New York with the exception of Metropolitan Museum of Arts). Every major city has a museum but there is only one United Nations headquarter in the United States‚ÄĒin New York City.

5) Grand Central 

Another interesting to explore is the Grand Central station. There is actually a guided  tour of Grand Central station that costs $25 and a self-guided tour for $9. Honestly,. I prefer to walk around the station and do the exploring myself.

This is perhaps one of the most beautiful stations I’ve been to, everything is a work of art‚ÄĒfrom the two grand staircases, both inspired by Paris, to the 14 foot clock, world’s largest example of a Tiffany glass. Grand Central has always been a place for more than just trains, or a terminal, but also a place of shopping, entertainment, and dining all in one roof (68 shops and 35 dining options, and also the location of one of the classic and most famous restaurants in New York, The Oyster Bar). So remember to take your time when you’re here and enjoy the details (despite the massive crowd).

People will either love or hate New York, but guaranteed, there’s no city quite like it! It’s diverse, energetic, eclectic, vibrant, and ¬†full of character! Each time I go back, there’s always something new to explore, a new restaurant to try, ¬†or a new show to watch. You will never run out of things to do. Keep in mind this is the city that never sleeps and neither should you! ¬†ūüėĀ

A Reflection on life while crossing the Brooklyn Bridge 

There’s a metaphorical reason why I want to cross a bridge on my milestone birthday. Perhaps everything I had wished for in life is waiting for me at the other end. But the reality is there’s a huge gap between that end and from where I am.

When I  crossed the Golden Gate Bridge a few months ago, I knew this was something I would like to do on my  milestone birthday. I never liked celebrating my birthday but I felt I needed to do something different this year. I came up with the idea to celebrate it by crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. Of course, it has to be in New York, where I feel most alive. 

There’s probably a metaphorical reason why I want to cross a bridge on my birthday. Perhaps a bridge is a symbol of hope, and everything I had hoped for in life is waiting for me at the other end. Unfortunately, there’s a huge gap between that end and from where I am. And before I reach that point, I need to learn the lessons that not everything bad that happened to me happened because of me. I have to learn to love and treat myself better. I need to learn to be my own hero. Without those lessons, I will never be able to fill the empty void. No bridge will ever be built between those two opposite ends without realizing my life is beautiful regardless of how empty I feel.

Life is beautiful indeed and every moment is a celebration of being alive. But my life hasn’t ¬†always been beautiful. It’s been one big struggle and I believe I have faced deep adversities and challenges much more than anyone I know. I have been through abusive and deceitful relationships that forced me to make moral decisions at a young age. I have dealt with life or death situations in the face of childhood cancer. My father passed away without the chance of me saying goodbye and will carry that guilt and regret forever. And more recently, I’ve to face another difficult challenge: my older son’s identity crisis.

If I have to write a memoir, I don’t think anyone would believe a person could go through a series of disappointments and heartaches in just one lifetime. It would put Elizabeth Gilbert’s struggles to shame in her book Eat, Pray, Love but would parallel Cheryl Strayed’s deeply scarred emotions in Wild. But unlike them, I don’t have a bestseller book or any claim to fame. Instead, what I have is a huge reservoir of sadness.

It’s probably right to assume that what doesn’t kill me makes me stronger. That’s why I’m still here, standing strong, hoping to fill the empty void someday, and that my life will finally see what’s waiting for me at the other end. But for now, I will have to settle and make peace with the sadness I feel on most days, thinking it’s all part of life–my life.

**if you are interested, the best site I found for a complete guide on walking the Brooklyn Bridge  is by Free Tours by Foot (http://www.freetoursbyfoot.com/walking-the-brooklyn-bridge/).


I’m in a New York state of mind¬†

Working as a flight attendant on a trip assignment to New York, I can still remember my excitement as our plane started its descent. Looking down from the plane’s galley window, I saw magnificent views of undulating Manhattan skyscrapers. I felt butterflies in my stomach, that same feeling you get when you’re on a first date with the boy (or girl) of your dreams. I was eager to get off the plane, and as I strapped my seatbelt before landing, my anticipation tremendous. I could already feel the energy in Manhattan that night, waiting for me to uncover. It was my first time to set foot in the city and I was young, curious, and restless.

It was also on that same flight when I met a Frenchman named Michel, who I’m still in touch with up to this day. On my first trip to France, he invited me to visit him in Avignon, a city in southeastern France‚Äôs Provence region. En route, my cousin and I had quite the adventure via the three-hour TGV ride from Paris, filled with a lot of laughter and memories we will forever treasure together. When Michel picked us up at the station, he told me he lived with his partner, Louie. “I’m a om-seshual,” he told me. Unable to fathom the words he just uttered, I curled my nose, the thing I do when I have no idea what people are saying, and asked,”what do you mean?” He asked me if it was a problem, if it bothered me that he’s homosexual, it was only when I understood what he said. I laughed and told him it did not bother me one bit. It is, however, strange to me that homosexuals have to “confess” about their sexual orientation when heterosexuals are not subjected to the same expectations, so why should they be? It would be like me saying to someone I first meet, “hi, I’m Boots, I’m heterosexual!” Honestly, it’s no one else’s business who people choose to love. (Last I heard Michel and his new partner were trekking the Himalayas).
Since then, I’ve fallen madly in love with New York and have made lasting memories each time I visited. I’ve also lived there for a year, flying back and forth from JFK and La Guardia airports in 1995, before I moved to Tokyo with my husband shortly after our honeymoon in Italy. The time I was based in New York was probably the highlight of my airline career. The most memorable was a trip to Athens, Greece, where I was asked by the scheduling department, as a favor, to cover the assignment due to shortage of staff. Glad I did because on our way back to the States, the second officer accidentally opened an armed door and blew a slide. As a result, we stayed another night in Athens and had to share a hotel room with two other flight attendants, something out of the ordinary. But that’s not what made that trip extra-ordinary. Once we found out we were there for another night and none of the first class meals were consumed, our crew bagged everything up, from the caviar to the champagne. We brought all the goodies with us to the hotel and had a feast by poolside. If cellphones were already available then, we probably would’ve all been in trouble.

More recently, in the years 2012, 2013, and 2014, I went back each summer‚ÄĒ for three years in a row‚ÄĒyet still couldn’t get enough of it. I have an inexplicable love affair with New York and if you ask me about a soul mate or a true love, I will tell you it’s not “who” but rather “where”.

This year, after exactly three years of being apart, I’m back to celebrate a milestone birthday. I normally don’t like celebrating my birthdays, and I never spend it away from my husband and two sons, but this year I felt I needed to be in New York , the city where I feel most alive.

It is after all the day of my birth, when I should feel most alive! So on that day, I crossed the Brooklyn Bridge! Because the next chapters of my life is unknown as life is always unpredictable. So I ask myself what happens next? Well, I’ll just cross the bridge when I get there. ūüėú

Death and Tears: 9/11 Memorial Museum

The night before we were scheduled to visit the 9/11 Museum in New York last summer, we received a devastating news that Bob, my father-in-law, had passed away. Keith took the earliest flight to California to be with his family. The kids and I stayed in New York City, following my brother-in-law’s advise to continue our vacation.

The September 11 Memorial Museum was not the most appropriate place to visit, especially after the death of a loved one. But since we had already bought the tickets months in advance, we decided to stick with our scheduled itinerary. We arrived at the museum, eyes still swollen from crying all night. It took us a while to get the courage to begin the tour, knowing the stories we were about to deal with concerned death. We sat for an hour at the cafe on the top floor, still in disbelief that Bob was gone.

All of the events that took place on September 11 were completely presented. Not a tiny detail was spared surrounding the event. Everything‚ÄĒ from the recorded voice messages of the victims to their loved ones saying their goodbyes to the¬†difficult-to-watch videos of people falling from the tower‚ÄĒwere all shown to the public. Everyone had tears in their eyes.

Joshua was only 3 years old and Jude was not even born yet on September 11, 2001 but what they witnessed inside the memorial museum was something they will never forget.



Pictures of missing persons
Pictures of missing persons


This is called "The Survivors's Stairs". The stair artifact situated between the escalator and the grand staircase once connected the northern edge of the World Trade Center's Austin J. Tobin Plaza to the Vesey Street sidewalk.
This is called “The Survivors’s Stairs”. The stair artifact situated between the escalator and the grand staircase once connected the northern edge of the World Trade Center’s Austin J. Tobin Plaza to the Vesey Street sidewalk below. On Sept. 11, 2001, the stairs and an adjacent escalator provided an unobstructed exit for hundreds seeking to escape. To reach the stairs, many had to cross the Plaza, beneath treacherous debris from the north Tower.


Reposed behind this wall are the remains of many who perished at the World Trade Center site on September 11, 2001
Reposed behind this wall are the remains of many who perished at the World Trade Center site on September 11, 2001
Section of steel facade, North Tower, floors 96-99. This piece of steel, once part of the north facade of the North Tower, was located at the point of impact where hijacked Flight 11 pierced the building at the 93rd through the 99th floors.
Section of steel facade, North Tower, floors 96-99. This piece of steel, once part of the north facade of the North Tower, was located at the point of impact where hijacked Flight 11 pierced the building at the 93rd through the 99th floors.
Dedication Pedestal:  The first tenants moved into 1 World Trade Center (North Tower) in December 1970 and into 2 World Trade Center (South Tower) 13 months later, before construction of either skyscraper had been completed. The world's tallest buildings were dedicated in a ribbon- cutting ceremony on April 4, 1973. This stainless steel pedestal was installed on the five-acre Plaza to commemorate the occasion.
Dedication Pedestal:
The first tenants moved into 1 World Trade Center (North Tower) in December 1970 and into 2 World Trade Center (South Tower) 13 months later, before construction of either skyscraper had been completed. The world’s tallest buildings were dedicated in a ribbon- cutting ceremony on April 4, 1973. This stainless steel pedestal was installed on the five-acre Plaza to commemorate the occasion.


“No day shall erase you from the memory of time”- Virgil

Hobnobbing with the diplomats at the United Nations Delegates Dining Room

Last year when we toured the United Nations, we were disappointed to hear that the Delegates Dining Room was closed for renovations. When we learned that it has reopened in February, we didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to have lunch there. Lucky for us, we were in New York City on the last week the restaurant was going to remain open. Starting on Saturday, June 28th, they will close it again until September.

The entrance to the restaurant was on 43rd St and 1st Ave. First, you must go through security, then you will be escorted to a desk where they will take your picture. They will also keep your identification card until you are done with the lunch. We proceeded to the 4th floor where the restaurant was.



The dining room had a breathtaking view of the city. The restaurant’s ambience is indeed appropriate for diplomats and dignitaries.

The server came with a basket filled with different breads, including parmesan crisps. The buffet had an international theme‚ÄĒdumplings, mulligatawny soup, lamb roast, swordfish, beef rib eye, chicken, grilled vegetables, basmati rice, etc. The dessert selection was even more impressive ‚ÄĒtiramisu, macarons, pecan tarts, and probably a dozen other selections.







The price tag was steep. We paid about $200 including coffee, two cups of tea, and tip. Jude, who’s 9 years old, paid a full price of $35, in spite of eating only rice and beef. It’s definitely not a place for picky eaters. I honestly think it was worth the money we paid for. Where else can you have lunch with diplomats and you are after all at the United Nations! My only regret was I wish I could’ve eaten more.


Laduree Soho: “Mommy, this breakfast is too frou frou for me!”


I reserved a 10 am breakfast for me and the two boys at Laduree in Soho. Upon entering, we were greeted by a beautiful, thin, and tall young lady (whose features are more of a fashion model than a hostess). “This way madam”, she said with a thick French accent , as she lead us inside to our table.



The two boys were silent as they enter, noticing this is different from our usual breakfast haunts. As they sat, they focused on the china and how elegant everything was presented. We looked at the menu and Joshua whispered to me, “It’s expensive!” I smiled and told him he shouldn’t expect anything less. We love macarons and always make a point to visit Laduree whenever we come to NYC. But this is our first time to dine here. Their SoHo location (that includes a tea salon) just opened up in February. Their Madison Avenue location only has the boutique.



Our server came, again someone who speaks with a French accent (I don’t think you are allowed to work here unless you are French or have a French accent). She was not very friendly, and looked at us impatiently while she waited for us to decide what to get. I chose the basket of bread with hot tea and orange juice . When it was Joshua’s turn, he didn’t know what to get so he asked if my order was shareable. “No! No one is allowed to share here!” our server arrogantly said. Because he felt rushed, he ordered the same‚ÄĒa basket of bread with hot chocolate and juice. Jude ordered the French toast with hot chocolate.



The basket came with 6 pieces of pastries‚ÄĒcroissants, chocolate croissant, and another type of pastry. We didn’t get our own basket, so Joshua and I jokingly said to each other, “You said we can’t share so why did we only get one basket?”, mimicking our grumpy server’s French accent. The hot chocolate was the typical thick French chocolate that reminded me of the hot chocolate we had at Angelina’s in Paris.



We noticed the ladies behind our table had ordered lunch items. I asked the other French waitress who was taking our dirty plates away if it was okay to order lunch during the breakfast hours. She informed me that on weekends, you can order anything in the menu. If only our own waitress wasn’t so rude and impatient, I could’ve ordered lunch instead of the fatty carb I had just eaten. Well, but in fairness, the croissants were quite good. Exactly like what you would get in Paris.

Joshua ordered macarons after breakfast (yeah, we felt we needed more sugar and carb!). $80 later, I felt I’ve had enough of this “frou frou breakfast”.



Oh but wait….this is Laduree after all! And in spite of that ridiculous amount I paid for pastries, I probably would‚ÄĒmost likely… well, definitely go back again! ūüėú