Let’s Make #NationalTacoDay Every Day So many tacos to choose from at Bedford’s Truck! In observation of National Taco Day, I choose a couple of fried oyster tacos and a side of beans and cilantro rice. Heavenly—and fresh! —Lori Tripoli…
There is something blissful about sitting beneath the Truck sign in the dining room of the restaurant of the same name in Bedford, N.Y. and looking out the window at the garden where some of my lunch comes from. I…
An evening of wine and ragtime at Caramoor in Katonah leaves imaginative visitors looking for Professor Plum, or possibly Miss Scarlet, in the music room at was once the residence of Walter and Lucie Rosen, who spent good-weather days at…
Open garden days are a great way to travel locally to see what you might have been missing all year long. Here, the aspirational Steinhardt Garden in Bedford Hills, N.Y. where I could probably spend the entire summer. —Lori Tripoli…
To the ever-growing list of things I don’t remember about American history is that Maine was once part of Massachusetts. One thing I do know about American history is that I am surely not hardy enough to have endured during…
Contemplating all things France lately (or, mostly, Joan of Arc as I read Kathryn Harrison’s 2014 biography of the Maid of Orléans), I glide on the arm of the Brawny Sherpa into La Crémaillère in Bedford, N.Y. one gray, soggy…
It’s hard to envision bucolic Bedford, N.Y. as a war zone, but it was one during the Revolutionary War. British forces traveled up Guard Hill Road and then burned all but one of the houses in the village 235 years…
On view at the Katonah Museum of Art is John Ruppert’s Yellow Orb/Homage to Van Gogh (2014). Some of us see less Van Gogh and more of a giant citronella candle. No matter your interpretation, it’s worth visiting! —Lori Tripoli…
I grew up in a place called Bedford, N.Y. It’s a small town with old schoolhouses, old churches, old historical halls, old courthouses, even a grazing field for swine and cows. But the best thing about this town is the…
Continuing my attempts to time travel, I stopped by Truck in Bedford Village, N.Y. on a hot, humid, too-bright-to-be-experienced-outside Sunday afternoon. Honestly, I wasn’t there for the healthful food—and there is plenty of that—but for the Mexican Cokes, margaritas, and…