very happy to finally meet thomas. not so happy that for the first time in my life, the starters filled me up and i was bizarrely unable to order entrees. my friend and i got the sweet potato fries and some fish cake- both ridiculously tasty and both came with sauces that i could have taken a late night swim in.
it was also the first time since i lived in the east village that i felt sad not to be a gay man cause holy damn were there some morsels of just gorgeous gay men. also some sexually ambiguous ones that made me want to go back with a non-married friend up for some peligro. my friend spent most of the night trying to get me to stop giving "fuck me" eyes to both genres of these men. i defied her.
the atmosphere was hip, though not hipster, cool but not too cool for school. the starters were simply too filling for me to do further damage but both fantastic- as were the drinks of the night- pomegranate press. it made me sad that for the first time of my life i was unable to force-feed cause i was ready to rub the fez burger all over my face and leave some bits for my flight back to portland to snack on.