The Lunch Belle's list of summer staples & new finds. What's on yours?
Apparel
Kate Spade: pricey? Absolutely. However, if you sign up for email alerts via the website, you will receive sale events. Pretty often, in fact. It's the only time that I shop at good ol' Kate Spade. The reason that I love this brand so much, aside from her classic designs and unapologetic femininity, is because it fits. I am shaped like a woman, not a stick-figure or a super model, and her clothes are very flattering and forgiving. It's rare for me to find a clothing brand that I can speak so highly of but, I can say without a doubt that, everyone looks like a million bucks in Kate.
Lululemon: Best. Workout. Gear. Ever.
TOMS Shoes: they're affordable, comfortable as hell, are available in every color under the rainbow, and, for each pair that you buy, TOMS donates a pair to a child in need. Plus, they're a much cleaner alternative to wearing flip-flops for the commute to/from work!

Edible
Foodsherpa: this website is like the "Groupon" for foodies. Once you sign up, you then receive daily email alerts about fine artisanal food products - at a discount!
Sweet corn: raw, boiled, grilled, or incorporated in to Mexi-corn Salsa or Calabacitas, this is my favorite "summer staple" vegetable.
Nectarines: there's nothing quite like a perfectly ripe, non-mealy, juicy nectarine. 'Nuff said. Only about 6 more weeks to enjoy them until next summer!
Pret-a-Manger
- Avocado Pine Nut Wrap: one of my go-to lunches during the work week. I love the creamy avocado and crunchy pine nuts cut with the pungent cheese and toothsome veggies. Filling, too!
- Edamame Bowl: perfectly salted and portioned.
Exercise
Beach cruiser (a.k.a. my $95 K-Mart bicycle): it's awkwardly wide, red, rusting from the elements, in need of some serious WD-40 love, and has only one speed but, at the end of the day, my "red rocket" safely gets me from point A to point B.
Flywheel / Flybarre / Exhale: I have a *very* addictive personality - typically, to a fault. Cigarettes? Yep. Food? Double check. Trust me, the *last* thing I ever thought I'd become addicted to was exercising. Hell, I used to tell my friends that "I'd rather lick a toilet seat for 45-minutes than step foot in a f++king gym." I'm serious. Well, that was until my friend, Brette, introduced me to Flywheel back in January. She begged me to take a class with her and, finally, after much persuasion, I agreed. Having never "spun" before, I was instantly transfixed on the fact that the entire class was orchestrated in the dark. That, to me, meant: no one had to watch me sweat and make weird faces, and I did not have to watch anyone else sweat/make weird faces/check themselves out in the mirror. Also, having an instructor meant: I did not need to try to figure out what the hell it was that I was supposed to be doing at a gym, or have to keep up with the ever-changing "top 40" pop songs for my iPod. Chuckle all you want, but those are two major factors that kept me far from the doors of any Equinox (even if gyms *do* offer classes...there's not a snowball's chance in hell that they're even half as awesome as Flywheel / Flybarre / Exhale). I'm more than happy to have someone else take the guess-work out of my workout, even if that means paying a bit extra. Thanks to Brette, that first spin class has turned in to a 3-4 day/week obsession. On the days when I don't spin? I treat myself to Flybarre, which is conveniently located within the same space as Flywheel. I find 'Barre to be the perfect compliment to spinning, as it is a form of body sculpting that blends yoga, ballet, circuit training, pilates, and strength building.
Exhale's Core Fusion: when I'm in the mood to change things up, I head to Exhale for their Core Fusion class. Not only are all of their locations extra posh and zen, but their studios are sizeable. My venue of choice in NYC? Their fabulous space, Exhale Midtown, overlooking Central Park. Nam-ahhhhh-ste.
Weekend retreat just a Metrocard swipe away
Rockaway Beach: an hour subway ride away from the heart of Manhattan - a boardwalk stocked with plenty of solid eats (not just fried clam bellies) - great people watching - and a little ghetto fabulosity make this my ideal stretch of, what I like to call, the "Queens Riviera."

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Until we eat again,
The Lunch Belle