Shake Shake was just a snack. An amazingly delish one at that - everything it had been built up to be, and I’m somewhat thankful I don’t live within walking distance of such greasy goodness. But still, just a snack. Just a precursor to the theme of the weekend which turned out to be: eat everything delicious in NYC. We tried really, really hard to achieve this.
For dinner Friday night, Mike and Kathryn took us to a pizza place in Soho called Keste. So good. I’m probably going to run out of synonyms for “good” by the time I’m doing blogging this weekend. Fresh ingredients, some kind of cheese that the waiter described as “life-changing” (agreed), prosciutto, basil, artichokes…
(I’m so sorry, Pontillos. Forgive me.)
Kathryn’s husband took this photo of us before dinner (although she did the settings, so I think technically she “took” the photo). I love it – it reminds me of something from a magazine. And you can tell which one of us lives in the city – the only one with proper footwear for a rainy day. Oops. And the one who owned enough umbrellas to pass them out to the clueless visitors. (Confession: I rarely check weather reports. I am often improperly dressed for the weather. Such a simple thing to amend and yet…)
Anyways. Our trip was off to a happy, cheese-filled, lovely evening start.