Peanut butter mini cupcakes at the soft opening of Allan Nederpelt Fine Arts in Brooklyn.
Like every other idiot tourist within a mile radius, I succumbed to the siren call of a $3 vanilla cone from the Mr Whippie truck outside The Plaza today.
Judy and her lovely boyfriend David took me for dinner at Arturo’s on Houston last Sunday, where the old school coal oven pizza pies are so large they come on special stands, and drip streams of delicious molten cheese. (Above: pizza al funghi.)
I’m slightly rueing the day they put a $5 guacamole & chips on the menu at Soho House. I might as well smear cheese on my thighs.
And today, the Saturday after the fire, there was extremely good dim sum for lunch at Chinatown Brasserie with Judy, after we had spent the morning luxuriating at The Peninsula Spa. (Above: vegetable & peanut steamed dumplings, vegetable spring rolls, pork potstickers.)