Fried bar snacks.
After a painless injection of some culture — MOMA Target free Fridays to be exact, duration 4 exhibits, 65 minutes — we retreated to the the nearest bar for pints, good, friends-catching-up sort of conversation … and afore-mentioned snacks. (Connolly’s sign glows beacon-like from the north entrance of MOMA.)
Pub potatoe skins (topped with bacon and broccoli bits, cheddar cheese), a side of onion rings, a pair of Boddington’s pints. Such a pleasant wind-down to such a big week. So what if the setting was one of NYCs ubiquitous Irish pubs?
PREP TIME: one month planning in the making