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Omakase dinner at Sushi Yasuda last night.
Dining in Philly this weekend. Osteria for dinner and DiNic’s for lunch.
Dinner at Momofuku Ssam Bar last night with the girl @emmulate. It was Lincredible.
Whenever you can end the day with Chinese pork belly, well, you’re just shit out of things to complain about.
Thursday.
The girl to my left was a stranger. The guy to my right was a stranger. Not one word was spoken between any of us for 20 minutes. Our elbows touched a couple of times, but that was about it. Our triumvirate was connected only by what stood in front of us. Food has this odd effect where you feel an immensely personal bond with the people who prepared your meal and the ones you share it with. If every family cooked good food on Thanksgiving there would be less talking, less arguing, and a stronger sense of kinship. Good food - the kind that becomes more than sustenance, the kind that pokes at your moral heartstrings, the kind that can turn a cynic into a believer - has this magical ability unlike any in the universe. For 20 minutes this afternoon, over a bowl of noodles, I got to know the strangers next to me, our slurping content to do all the talking.
Spent the long weekend in Houston. It was delicious.
Flex Mussels on 13th St. for dinner tonight. You’re looking at Maine: lobster, smoked bacon, corn, white chowder, parsley. Friend in front of me had the San Danielle: prosciutto, caramelized onions, white wine, garlic - sorry, no pic of that one, but both delicious.
Le Bernardin for my birthday some months ago - I’m late with the very few pics we took.
I briefly discussed that night here:
My recent 23rd birthday dinner at Le Bernardin with nine of my closest confidants, or as one friend put it, my “brain trust.” A group of naive, ballsy kids dining on 3-Star Michelin caviar, foie gras and all the exotic edibles the oceans can offer.
Dinner this evening with friends at Birreria, Eataly’s rooftop beer garden. Lovely.
