
No recipes here. Just me, a reservation, and zero restraint — eating my way through the restaurant scene, lipstick intact.
This is the loud one. Where SZND is my garden and my kitchen, Lipstick on My Fork is the night out — the splurge, the spectacle, the plate I'd cross town for.
Honest takes on the spots worth your appetite (and the ones that aren't). Decadent, a little flirty, never apologetic. If it left a mark on my napkin, you'll hear about it.
New bites, honest takes, and the occasional kitchen confession — delivered with a full mouth and a red lip.