Anyways, one Brooklyn afternoon with an impending storm in the sky we parked far away from Milk Bar and went for a visit, running back through the wind and rain clutching a paper tote of 3 cookies: compost, corn, & confetti.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Momofuku Milk Bar
It's an oft touched upon profession of amazement and respect that we love love love Momofuku Ko. We've yet to visit Ssam and Noodle, but Ko has our heart strings lassoed around its caviar egg and other such dishes. Plus, Kev is something of a wizard at scoring seats.
Anyways, one Brooklyn afternoon with an impending storm in the sky we parked far away from Milk Bar and went for a visit, running back through the wind and rain clutching a paper tote of 3 cookies: compost, corn, & confetti.
Anyways, one Brooklyn afternoon with an impending storm in the sky we parked far away from Milk Bar and went for a visit, running back through the wind and rain clutching a paper tote of 3 cookies: compost, corn, & confetti.
Gramercy Tavern
The place is Old New York as soon as you walk through its specially decorated foyer. Classic, sprawling flora, rich and lush, wonderfully straddling the line between late summer and early fall. Kevin told me, before he told me where we were going, that they employ an in-house florist. Great call. Great work.
It wasn't the kind of meal we could photograph, but our take home gift, an oatmeal cupcake "for breakfast" was something that completely picked up the rainy day I see outside my office desk. I think the clouds are parting.
It was perfectly light and perfectly sweet.
It wasn't the kind of meal we could photograph, but our take home gift, an oatmeal cupcake "for breakfast" was something that completely picked up the rainy day I see outside my office desk. I think the clouds are parting.
It was perfectly light and perfectly sweet.
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