I went to college in central Connecticut, where there is not much to do. But, as with any pocket of New England, it has its gems. You only have to find them. Or hear about them. As a New Yorker I read magazines and blogs and newsletters; I use Instagram as a discovery platform by following cool chefs and writers and the like; Foursquare helps me keep track of places I want to go, vet suggestions via the general public (the rating system rarely steers me wrong), find spots nearby, and share my tips. Of course, I hold holy recommendations from in-the-know friends and co-workers. I do not use Yelp. Yelp sucks.
Ode to a roadside burger joint
Ode to a roadside burger joint
Ode to a roadside burger joint
I went to college in central Connecticut, where there is not much to do. But, as with any pocket of New England, it has its gems. You only have to find them. Or hear about them. As a New Yorker I read magazines and blogs and newsletters; I use Instagram as a discovery platform by following cool chefs and writers and the like; Foursquare helps me keep track of places I want to go, vet suggestions via the general public (the rating system rarely steers me wrong), find spots nearby, and share my tips. Of course, I hold holy recommendations from in-the-know friends and co-workers. I do not use Yelp. Yelp sucks.