What a weekend. The weather has been absolutely hot and gorgeous. New Yorkers stripped down into some of the most funkdafied, bizarre, sometimes just barely-there clothing that is the epitome of summer in this city (which is still a month-and-a-half away, technically).
It worked out brilliantly. We scored the end table at Noho Star and I ended up sharing a NoHo burger (cheddar, bacon, guacamole, tomato and watercress. The burger had me at “watercress”) and an overpriced but still delicious fried chicken salad (with endive and Neal’s Yard stilton) with a friend of a friend who also couldn’t decide between burger and salad.
I even had flower petals on my chair … (see after the jump)
PREP TIME: No prep, just timing