In the span of one block in the West Village, the amount of restaurants, bars and anything in between is overwhelming enough to justify the consumption of Xanax at 2 PM on a Sunday.
I’ve taken better squash images since my inception, I really have. But the lighting was meh, and the photo wouldn’t do it justice anyway, so you’re going to have to take my word and head to Santina immediately and eat this squash carpaccio.
I wasn’t feeling avo or eggs because I’ve been overdosing on both as of recent and wasn’t in the mood for more yolks and omega 3’s than my body knows what to do with. I had no particular cravings and decided to go with this Muesli toast because I felt like it and then this thing happened and I inhaled it and it was delicious.
I rarely venture into the TriBeCa hood, but when I do, I likely have a destination programmed into my Google Maps.
I consider myself somewhat of a veggie burger connoisseur, among other things. The situation above is clearly not a veggie burger. Hold your buns, it’s coming. Anyways, I was ecstatic to finally inhale some premium goods at Superiority Burger.
…Or the first 2 weeks of it. In the name of balancing out the french toast from the previous post, I’d like to present you to the lovely world of Cafe Clover.