Poised with perfect hair, the 34-year-old New York editor for Grub Street chatted with me about her new book, which is taken from her personal blog of the same name.
The story encompasses a few years in her life as fiancé to celebrity chef and owner of Good Stuff Eatery in Washington, DC, Spike Mendelsohn (tactfully called “Chef,” but we all know who she is talking about), their break up, playing the field again, and how she learned to overcome her cooking phobias and conquer the kitchen.
Rome, where I’m proud to be an American, a New Yorker, a masshole, a Temkin, and a Shelasky.
had hired web designer Chris Jones to head up its website — launching in April 2007 — the rollout of new Condé Nast websites in 2006 has proceeded quietly and with little fanfare.
Former Fairchilder was one of the first to get up and running, followed by and — all featuring video and blogs.
I found a city, Rome, where beauty, power, and passion come crashing together; where tough love, bad moods and good sex are forever in the water. Rome, where I sleep well; I eat well; I think well; where I’ve learned that being serious isn’t the same as being dark — even though a little darkness is part of any life well lived.
Rome, where I’ve evolved in bidets, Berlusconi and Ramazzotti.
Glamour.com, originally scheduled for launch on August 8th, also rolled out quietly, going live on August 2nd in a softened launch (though by August 4th they'd already been discovered via the debut column from Mariane Pearl).
Today, though, they make some noise with the launch of "See Alyssa Date" — a dating blog that will not only be interactive, but uniquely imperative.
I write him that the sauce he made on last week's episode looked so good that 'I wanted to take a bath in it! It is the love affair I never want to end, the perfect storm...
' He writes back four seconds later: 'That could be arranged.' This is my kind of guy." 6) Sexxxytime (and train tickets): "Before I can ask if he wants Italian or Thai, he kisses my lips, wraps his tender arms around my waist, and walks us down the cobblestone street, under the Manhattan Bridge and the splitting skies. After that night, which rocked both my body and mind, Chef starts buying me train tickets to visit him every weekend in D.
Translation: Alyssa, honey, if they vote it, you date it.