What's on your lip?

This blog is dedicated to the many places that I love to eat and would like for you to try out as well. In addition, I will also share with you the meals that I cook at home for my friends and family.


(I am considering discussing all things pertaining to the mouth...but I digress.)


But just recently, I was asked about the shade of lipstick I wore last Friday...several times. (Six times by Kimi ;-p)


Is it red?


Is it pink?


Tell me the color or I will pry it from your dead cold hands! (If by any chance you were to find me dead with a lipstick cover in my hand, Kimi did it.)


It's pink.


By Covergirl cost me a cool 8 bucks. The name of it is called Spellbound #325. And while it didn't look as pink to me as it did fuschia, my sister confirms that it is pink.


And I think it's sexy.


Don't go by my skin tone, I believe this one will work on all of us.It definitely beats me paying $25 for a lipstick that I always lose, and rarely use.


From My Lips, to Your Ears.


-LolaBee

Solar and Positive Energy @ Habana Outpost

Habana Outpost, located in Fort Greene, Brooklyn on their April, 2012 opening day. Habana is run by solar energy so its only open through the warmer seasons. 

The line is literally out the door and into the street. (So you have to be prepared to wait). Of course after waiting a full fifteen minutes on the food and drink line, there was an announcement that you can also order from the drink and corn line....I thought corn was food but whatever, the day late, dollar short announcement did move us further up on the line because most of us actually wanted just a drink and some roasted corn.

Me. I wanted a burrito.....and a margarita....still two items but who am I to challenge their system. It works.

Because the lines are usually out the door, the smart thing for you to do, is to order as many frozen margaritas (or mojitos) as you can while you are already there on the line, with your cash, because your plastic is NO GOOD there unless you make a dash for the ATM machine when you notice the sign behind the register that says, "CASH ONLY".

Me. I ordered four frozen margaritas (2 regulars, one mango and one strawberry)....and a burrito.

There is a system that you need to be aware of upon your visit to Habana. ALWAYS BRING SOMEONE WITH YOU. Because one of you will have to scan the area for seats, and sit there, while the other orders the drinks. There is no need to worry about balancing your burrito on your head because you have time to find somewhere to sit, with your drinks, before they shout your name out from the food wagon.

Don't get me wrong, it may sound confusing but its actually pretty cool. As cool as the music and the DJ on the ones and two's giving off that 80's block party vibe...or family reunion, depending on who you are sitting next to. On this particular day we sat next to a biker who was all too happy to join in with our 90's music sing-a-long, a la tipsy chicks.

Try the grilled chicken burrito its delicious and huge, so you can share it with that extra person you brought with you to hold the seats down. Don't forget to order your sides/toppings at the register because they will not honor the fact that you forgot to, when you get to the food wagon. It's just your tough luck, wash it down with those frozen margaritas you ordered. I don't want to take away from the roasted corn either, it is delicious. No matter how many times I've had one, I still can't figure out what it is that they put ON the corn other than paprika....at least that was my guess. I want to assume that there's mayonnaise on it as well, but then again I don't because that would completely turn me off. I've learned to order two because one just isn't enough.

All in all its a great outdoor place to hang out and listen to music, and possibly get a few trinkets that are being sold at the tables placed around the outpost. You can't help to be in a good mood there, especially after a few margaritas (or mojitos).

From my lips to your ears,

-Lola Bee

Where Everybody Knows Your Name...

I'm a big fan of a place called "Peaches", located in Stuyvesant Heights, Brooklyn. I'm especially an even bigger fan of their Patron Margaritas (PatMargies) a la Shani the bartender. But if you decide to order one, please ask for the blackened catfish with their mashed potatoes and garlic brocoli....it will sober you up enough to order another round or three of Pat Margies. (But I double dog dare you to have the Brownstone Punch instead.) If you aren't in the mood for something heavy and you came for the sole purpose of becoming shit faced....at least have a grilled shrimp salad, or their signature buffalo wings. If I took time to breathe while tearing them down, I could actually tell you how good they are. Maybe you can say "hello" to Paul, while you're there, he's big on the crab cakes, and he's sure to convince you to try one or two...from his plate.


You won't even realize where the time has gone while you partake in the laughter, love and libations that comes with the environment. The music is awesome and appropriate for a mature crowd. The sing alongs and the occasional quick two step will have the bartender shouting, "this is a restaurant with a bar....not a lounge!" We rarely listen....Another round!!!!!


Stop by if you haven't already....this is a place where you never feel out of place.


From my lips to your ears, 


~ LolaBee



^^^^Grilled Shrimp Salad and PatMargies!!!!^^^^ #YUM