Grilled Octopus is my jam it is delicious and tender juicy enriched iron-packed (I think) and also bizarre. Montreal got me in to it. As well as eating like a pig. This is right beside our hotel (the East Houston hotel) and you get a discount booyah. I have a lot more pics of things we ate and drank there too.
I am non-plussed by that zombie behind me.
Brilliant pizza, only place open in the LES that late.
A picture from below gee thanks.
Go for the drinks, bellini, champagne martini. That is eggplant “caviar”. A woman beside us at the bar had a broken hand. She was a boxer. We ate her garlic potatoes. She liked us. I love chatting to people in a different cities.
The difference between us. Hey I had to stuff a purse in to a purse and my millions of Canadian layers.
Be careful when you match your shirt to the beads curtain. Also that chick is furrowing her brow.
Plates over the mantle. Love them.
En route to Rockwood. A place Lana Del Rey played before Lana Del Rey was her name. We were listening to Ride and I was like, really? I can’t listen to this shit.
Swamp Cabbages. Fun times. Nice seeing you Walter!
Last supper. There is kale beneath that it was gooooooooood.
I don’t even know anymore lol.
The best wine I have ever had in my life. Ever.
Inoteca something or other.
Darling, how. Quite. Who wants to go back in time? Midnight in Paris much?
Happily discovered I finally have bangs long enough to fit in a bun well I have for awhile brah but it’s pretty nice as someone whom perpetually dwells in the growing out bangs stage or has had every hair style imaginable in life except “with bangs” mostly it’s groovy to maybe do it all again but with not. #realtalk.
Whoops sorry this is what I did last night. Winter hibernation.
View from room first night there I heard a song being sung by karaoke revelers and they were singing a modern day Canadian anthem, it was amusing.