
The real excitement, though was the next day, when Yuka arrived in town from Boston where she has been working on a movie set.
She met me at a diner near my house, then we took off for some shopping at Marc Jacobs, then caught the exhibition of photographer Gregory Crewdson, perhaps my favourite contemporary conceptual photographer, at a gallery in Chelsea. We headed home and readied ourselves for dinner at The E.U., a gastropub in the East Village that was simply divine.

Yuka, enjoying her meal.

Me, enjoying my meal.

This is my main course -- a soft-shell crab ever-so-lightly fried with an egg-and-avocado topping and rested on a tomato remoulade, all gently set on brioche. Writing about it is making my mouth water.
We went to Café Charbon in the Lower East Side, then got a text from Rachel about a house party in Bushwick, so we hopped on the L.
While waiting for the train, we spotted this interesting subway poster art, made from removing parts of ads and pasting them on to other ads nearby.


The artist, posing with his work.
After a posse had gathered at Rachel's, we headed for the loft party but sadly it had already ended. Whatevs, we jumped in a cab and went to HUGS in Williamsburg for '90s night.





What are these guys doing in the background?
Yuka left the next night and things were fairly mellow til the following weekend when I ventured down to New Orleans. Photos to come!

1 comments:
Ha! We ate at the Candle Cafe when we were through last year - great stuff for the vegan :)
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