If New York had an embarrassing past of being in a weird 90s white rap-ish group, do you think it would have been called New Yorky York back in the day but would totally get pissed if you called it that now?
I have no idea what I’m talking about.
On a related note, here’s more food from over there.
A salad with falafel, tahini and hummous from Tahini in the East Village:
I hadn’t been to NY since October, so it was time for my requisite visit. Preferably during one of the more miserable summer months since some I like it hot.
No sooner than I had touched down, I immediately located a vegan-friendly cafe called Atlas. I forced myself upon that restaurant like nobody’s business. In 6 days I must have eaten there at least 10 times. Who does that? In NY? I don’t know. I guess I do.
In all fairness, the menu was daunting and I would’ve needed to stop there at least 400 more times to try everything.
over the weekend i flew back to new york to see two of my dearest friends,
get married.
she’s a stunner.
They got married at the Player’s Club. Her brother had no trouble at all assimilating.
It was good to be back with the old
Sunday morning I stopped by Camille’s place in Park Slope for breakfast before I left.
We went to Stone Park Cafe, where my temporary veganism limited me to granola, hold the yogurt, with fruit.
Tasted like a cookie.
Camille had some sort of sausagey omelette. Probably tasted like a sausagey omelette.
Remy and Jonathan, I love you long time.
Camille, Katherine, all the OTL members living in NY, and New York, too–I miss you already.