Sometimes, 15 minutes of happiness (and carbs) can cost you $15 and it’s worth every cent (and potentially every pound).
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 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.
This was the only title deemed appropriate considering the beastiality of the consumption.
Think about the amount of f*cks given, multiplied by a rainy Saturday, and add in deli mustard. Now, throw in a warm, hefty helping of salty, melt-in-your-mouth pastrami, and shove it in rye bread. According to my nonexistent math skills, the answer comes out to: Katz Deli.