Heavenly Buffaloes

It’s once in a blue moon that yours truly craves chicken wings. When it happens, my boyfriends springs at the chance to partake in a saucey-face off. He adores wings. If wings were a girl, he would date them. So, on this particular balmy day, after watching Duke play Virginia Tech…I made it my mission while hundreds around cheered for the Blue Devils/ Hokies, to find a wing joint worthy of my unusual craving.


We spotted the lime green shack from a block down the road, made our way through fellow game day participants, and came up to the window to place our order. We were promptly commended for our flavor picks. Mind you, there are about twenty…anything from zesty garlic parmesan, sweet thai coconut chili, to ginger & garlic (which by the way, was what I chose). Though the wings were on the pricy side, according to my wing guru, it was well worth it as the chicken wings are “Jumbo Fresh Never Frozen NC Cage Free Chicken.”


Heavenly Buffaloes was there for me when I needed it most and for that, I will be back.


Who I would take as my date: My boyfriend, clearly.


I have been putting this off for a while now. I could blame the delay on a multitude of reasons. The reason that comes to top of mind is that after nine hours at a desk in front of a computer, the last thing I feel like doing is coming home and typing about a restaurant that you may never be able to try. Or it could be, because only real friends like you sticking your iPhone in front of their colorful rushed-from-the-kitchen “be careful this is very hot” plates.

But maybe all it takes is a night that makes you grab a blanket, a Ladurée teabag, a good playlist, my beautiful 15 year old cat that recently moved in with me and my light-as-a-feather Macbook Air.

Since I last wrote, I took my first trip to Texas to visit a best friend and made a trip to the homestead – NYC. Both cities were a breath of fresh air and acted as a reset button. I’ve also slapped the dust out of my half chaps and mounted the opportunity to get back in the saddle. Like I stated earlier, my kitty came to live with me. And today, I became a petsitter for my apartment complex.

Today, I was stopped by a gaggle of firefighters asking where to go for lunch, and I was able to recommend to them the deliciously inexpensive Calavella down the street from my office. In Charleston, I was always being asked where folks should eat – from perfect strangers to family and friends. I realized this was the first time I have been asked in Raleigh, and it gave me a newfound confidence that I am finally getting the hang of this city. It was these fireman that gave me the final push to sit down and write tonight. So thanks.


XC: Raleigh

It’s been a while. I’ve gone through a huge life transition since I last wrote. Things have drastically changed. I graduated college, said farewell to my friends that had become family, left behind my favorite neighborhoods, coffee shops, restaurants and bakeries as I moved away from my favorite city in America (Charleston, y’all). Got snappy business cards at my first job in public relations and  moved to another southern city (Raleigh, North Carolina). So you can see, there wasn’t much time to write. But, of course, there is always time to eat.

Raleigh in itself has been a transition. I have tried to place my finger on it, and I don’t know what’s different. Is it me? Is it the city? Is it the mere fact that I am a working woman?

I need to document, though the list is never-ending, things that I miss about Charleston.

The smell of hydrangea wafting through the cobblestone streets, the incredible friendliness of each and every person you pass, the sea breeze as you lean against the cold fence at the battery, taking a walk just because you know that you will notice thousands of details you’ve never noticed on a Charleston Single even though you’ve walked by it everyday. I miss my favorite coffee shop (cheers Black Tap), neighborhood animals that felt like my own because of our daily interactions (and the occasional treats I’d bring them from the Farmers Market)….the Saturday morning Farmers Market. I miss the shops, my backyard full of shady palmettos, my boyfriends porch over the busy corner store. I could go on and on…

The good news, I will be back. I have never been so sure of anything in my life. Charleston has my heart.

But, it is on to my next “cross-country”. I was looking forward to discovering new haunts in Raleigh, but have yet to find anything that has wowed me. Am I not looking in the right places? I’m sure. Raleigh is completely reminiscent of my hometown, a city in Northern Virginia, sans traffic but with no city. I know what you’re saying! Raleigh is a city!! It is lacking the pizzaz and electricity of NYC, Charleston, DC. It is lacking charm*.

*Charm is solely an opinion of Corianna, she knows many people who adore Raleigh

So, I have made it my mission to put on some red lipstick, and pull it together. I am seeking all suggestions for exciting things to do in Raleigh and counting on you to help.

After all, Raleigh chef Ashley Christensen did win James Beard Award “Best Chef Southeast”….


Update: It has been less than 24 hours since I posted this, and I have had a lot of really great feedback that recent grads are in the same boat….and it’s wildly comforting. Overwhelmingly, it seems that everyone has been trying to cope with the fact that, “OMG, we work 9-5? Is this what the rest of our life looks like? Soon we will be married and have children and mortgages and have to pay taxes….” but what I am slowly learning is that nothing is permanent. My mom (praise that woman) sent me this quote yesterday that just seems so fitting, so I thought I would do my good deed of the day and share it with you all. XC

“I beg you… to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Do not search for the answers, which could not be given you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
– Rilke