3, 2007 | NEW YORK 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!
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?
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!
be back next week. Promise!
cheers from the Big Apple! And enjoy your Fourth of July.