It's windy and spitting rain out but slightly enjoyable. I'm inside, full as can be after cooking heuvos tostadas but I can't stop thinking of this, but why? I don't recall enjoying the meal in the least but the Bar Mitzvah vibe throughout is priceless (especially the entertainer who plays endless Fidler on the Roof tunes). I think it's just nostalgia, it ain't what it used to be, thinking of one of the few times I've felt like myself. Don't go for the food whatever you do (it's salty, overcooked and tres cher) but the atmosphere is unbeatable.
1 comment:
well that's awful sweet.
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