What I am about to tell you should be no surprise: there will be no tablehopper this week. (How totally NOT shocking!) I am quite certain you understand. My past week tearing around New York has been quite ridiculous. Like, ridiculously fun!
Today I actually have an entirely new kind of hangover: a pork hangover! (The Bo Ssäm dinner at Momofuku Ssäm Bar can have this effect on people, and no, I did not order it for myself.) I have a big crush on Little Branch. And the pretzel croissant from The City Bakery, who knew?
Suffice to say my brain is in no condition to spin off my usual ten-page missive—heck, let’s not even talk about my poor body right now. I’ve been calling it the New York Marathon, and yes, you’ll be reading all about it soon. I think I’m even extending my ticket a few days (my liver just screamed, “Nooooo, don’t do it!”). Mwah ha ha!
I’ll be back next week. Promise!
BIG cheers from the Big Apple! And enjoy your Fourth of July.