Hosting a friend's first NYC trip is best way to Treat. Yo. Self. I mean, your friend who is visiting. You should probably treat them...
Baby, sorry I've been M.I.A. No, it's not you, it's me. I've just been busy—not feeling up to things lately. Shady? You think I'm being shady? No, I don't care about them other girls, why you always gotta go there? Because I'm not performing like I use to?! Oh, you're going there. Okay, it's called writer's block. Okay. And laziness. And a lack of brunch funding, so you should probably feel sorry for me. It's hard putting yourself out there, okay. Anyways, I promise I won't disappear on you again lil' mama. I brought you some treats from Bar Tabac.
Oh my God, I can't stop eating. And I'm still drunk from brunch this afternoon, so I'll keep it short. This weekend, I ate at Le Barricou and Café Cortadito to cure my hangover woes. Here's a little about the two.
One bitch's quest to love NYC.