The only place you’ll catch me drinking vodka. One time i went alone in the late afternoon for a crepe and a martini after a day wandering around the city. I’d done the thing where I went to Le Labo to spray a little something on myself before continuing on to Anyway. When I got there, the waitress said i smelled like her late husband and she comped my whole check. I’ll never forget that.
Always love getting a liiiiiiitle Soho snackie! Bread service (not pictured) delightful. Cacio e Pepe and had to split a side of brussels with pancetta! Still water for the table.
stretching daily is, to me, where simply surviving ends and LIVING begins. I’m bad at being good about it, but I’m currently making a real effort to do it every single day.
