What's this, flipping great wodges of more things from NYC? Yep.
But first, Sami Kelsh Eats New York: Day One. Yotel, Soho, groceries, rain, and a SPECIAL GUEST APPEARANCE BY RICH FULCHER.
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Japanese tapas at Dohyo. Stir-fried okra with ponzu sauce; crispy shrimp with lemon aioli, spring onion, and tobikko; tofu with sweet chilli on wilted garlic spinach, and sticky toffee hummingbird cake with roasted fennel ice cream. Absolutely sublime stuff, highly recommended.
Sour currant ice cream at Van Leeuwen, for breakfast.
My face at Van Leeuwen.
Those are some complicated shoelaces.
Sneaking in pictures of the only bit of the Frick Gallery I wasn't at risk of getting kicked out for taking pictures in (the loo)
The Explorers' Club. I saw Dixon Bainbridge and my beard ate his moustache.
Somewhat annoyingly expensive macarons
Central Park
Self-portrait with Central Park
Vanilla bean macaron, Union Square. Best flavour of the three I tried. All together, though, beautifully chewy and sugary enough that they gave me a tummyache, so I wandered around Forever 21 before going to dinner, until I didn't feel ill no more.
And I would have bought the grey jeans if they didn't make my arse look humongous.
Americow
Sitting at Stand, the land o' burgers
If you look really closely, you can see that she has a tattoo of the muppets. OMG.
The Lower East Side. Heart, sigh.
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Japanese tapas at Dohyo. Stir-fried okra with ponzu sauce; crispy shrimp with lemon aioli, spring onion, and tobikko; tofu with sweet chilli on wilted garlic spinach, and sticky toffee hummingbird cake with roasted fennel ice cream. Absolutely sublime stuff, highly recommended.
Sour currant ice cream at Van Leeuwen, for breakfast.
My face at Van Leeuwen.
Those are some complicated shoelaces.
Sneaking in pictures of the only bit of the Frick Gallery I wasn't at risk of getting kicked out for taking pictures in (the loo)
The Explorers' Club. I saw Dixon Bainbridge and my beard ate his moustache.
Somewhat annoyingly expensive macarons
Central Park
Self-portrait with Central Park
Vanilla bean macaron, Union Square. Best flavour of the three I tried. All together, though, beautifully chewy and sugary enough that they gave me a tummyache, so I wandered around Forever 21 before going to dinner, until I didn't feel ill no more.
And I would have bought the grey jeans if they didn't make my arse look humongous.
Americow
Sitting at Stand, the land o' burgers
If you look really closely, you can see that she has a tattoo of the muppets. OMG.
The Lower East Side. Heart, sigh.