I’m definitely going to look back on this point in my life and realize how trivial it all was and how, as per usual, melodramatic I was.
Let me put it this way: I wasn’t unhappy with my experience.
I’ll keep this short. The food at Eleven Madison Park was fucking good.
The title says it all. I one hundo p found the BEST LASAGNA IN NEW YORK.
So here we are, another summer has faded into fall.
As a culmination of my summer I visited the Bay Area for a weekend. I didn’t particularly deserve it and it wasn’t particularly productive, but it made me happy, as visits to my hometown always do.
Can somebody please tell me when it became cool to be mean?