So sad. This salad had its whole life ahead of it, only to be brutally snuffed out just moments later.
The breakfast enchiladas at Allegria are numero (desay)uno.
A birthday burger courtesy of Charlie and Cody and five guys.
Taste of NYC: Christian grilled some Saturday night steak skewers on our old roof. Not pictured here (because they were devoured in obscene fashion): chipotle chicken sausages and portobello mushrooms.
Taste of NYC: another of my old go-tos became a weekend went-to.
Taste of NYC: a quick detour to that tasty neighborhood of Burritoville.
Taste of NYC: immediately upon getting into town, Charlie and I went downstairs to my much-missed Home on 8th. The owner Henry said, “You’re back! Good - we need to pay our rent, so get ordering again.”
Before heading to New York we had to attend to some important LA business.
I THINK I’m gonna like housesitting…
We ended our first week back at work with some fish and chips for shits and giggles at The Cat and Fiddle.