A journey to Asbury Park

A leather and canvas bag, a narrow shaft of light. What old world travelers are passing through Pascal and Sabine?

Minutes from the beach means coconut on the mind. An elegant take on the pina colada shimmers in the spotlight at Pascal and Sabine

Dips and pitas arrive to satisfy the grumbly tummies of our wandering travelers at Rayla.

The windswept boardwalks were lightly populated in the crisp air, but still our travelers had more to see and taste.

Kyle (above) is always trying to convince me to move to his little nook of NJ, so he tempts me by taking me on tours of all the spots he thinks I’ll enjoy.

He’s always right.

On a trip last year we did a tour of new hotels, restaurants, and bars in Asbury Park, which has seen some pretty radical revitalization. There are many incredible cocktails and delicious bites to be had there, and then you can go dip your toes in the ocean. Pretty amazing place.

Who said New Jersey was terrible?

Whoops, cat’s out of the bag.