(If these images are blurry or pixelated, let me know--I exported them differently and I have no idea how it's going to work.)
|Sam was like, "You got into Village Whiskey on a weekend??" We were like, "Well, if you go at 4:30pm, they have tables."|
|OMG, the pickled cherry tomatoes? Kill me. I refused to look at the short rib and cheddar duck fat fries at the table next to us--Ron was hissing under his breath, "Look. At. Them." No. no no no no no.|
|It is stupid how much I love cocktails. S-T-U-P-I-D.|
|Francis, I can't help it: I love you. BUT. I really can't wait till your visit is over. And I don't even live downtown.|
|More cemeteries. Also, more gorgeous weather. We really lucked out.|
|I don't know why I love all the crosses piled on top of each other, but I do.|
|FINALLY visited one of the Jinxed locations--I gave them up on Instagram a year ago (couldn't handle it anymore), but I haven't forgotten them. Ron and I also decided that South Street is hell on earth. Dante knew what he was talking about 1000 years ago.|
|I kinda wish I had brought this home with me. Oh well.|
|Duh, where else would we go? Also, their almond croissants are as insane as Sweetie Pie's AM buns. Tied for #1. Although if I could only have one for the rest of my life, I would pick the AM buns.|
|Glad I grabbed this before it gets scraped off. I hope something pretty moves in here.|
These are pixelated aren't they. AREN'T THEY??? I can tell they are.
Laur? Steph? Erin? Susie? tell me I'm wrong.