eating out. try to avoid it. however, it’s an addiction of mine (not as much as chocolate).
someone coming to your table and saying, “what can i get for ya?” is just music to my ears. so lovely i have to hold myself back from ordering something like the seafood tower at Balthazar or the rib eye with a nice bottle of red (that goes for anywhere).
however, not all places involve dollar signs. and not all places are about the extravagant culinary experience. rainy days are all about warm feelings, good friends, a solid beer and something to fill your stomach that is honest and simple.
a warm, downpour-ish evening involved ducking and hiding under awnings. al fresco seemed outta the question, but colin, sean, morgan, ozzy and i shared a few caipirinas under well-covered sidewalk seating. it all seemed kind of surreal. staying dry and not really thinking about the drenched umbrellas just an arms-length away. a sidewalk spat at us a little bit, but not enough to wipe the smiles off our faces.
a bit on the hungry side and taking notice that the daylight was running away, burgers and beers were on the brain. LUCKY STRIKE was just down the street so we decided to get our shoes more wet and stroll over to one of the Keith McNally empires, but the biggest “no-front-zone” of them all …
corner table, rounds of beers, damp clothes, wet shoes, hum of voices… ticking clocks … time and curfews didn’t deem worthy of our time and worries. only mussels, burger, chicken, and french bread and butter.
i’d just gotten a an old Nikon FE2 fixed up (thank you Jestena!) and decided to try it out. colin supplied the film – slow ASA of 1600 – that gave off a wonderfully grainy image and suit our relaxed moods and frame of minds just perfectly:
bluuuuuue moooooon
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