Every weekend starts with a pre-game shot. Here I am on Saturday before I hit the town.
Julie, who loves me even though she thinks I'm "odd." Bless her.
Peppe was not happy when the heat went out.
Sunday was a big eating day for me, and I'm not big on eating. I started the day with brunch with Cara, her husband and her husband's sister on the Upper West Side. After brunch Cara and I hung out with her amazing baby, Petra. Seriously, Petra is the kind of kid who makes me want to reproduce myself. Moreso than usual. That kid is an absolute joy. She never cries and is happy even when she's lying on her back and playing with her feet. Ah, to be young again...
Madonna And Child
Pauliney And Child?
I tried to smuggle Petra home, but she wouldn't fit in my bag. Rats!
Despite the large quantities of eggs I had at noon, I found myself at The Spotted Pig later that same night. Run, do not walk, to this restaurant, if only to taste their Champs, which is basically mashed potatoes, chive, nutmeg and a pound of melted butter.
Erin and I before consuming a vast amount of food.
How many eggs do you get with the Deviled Egg appetizer? One. But it is amazing.
This is Haddock Chowder. It will warm innards you never knew you had.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my food coma.
