Another day, another great breakfast at Empire Biscuit:
We then checked out of Hotel 17, and worked our way out to the Smithereens gig in Riverhead, Long Island
Severo made a pit stop at Katz's, getting a pastrami sandwich to go.
I stayed in the car, pondering the occult sciences transpiring in
Jacques Torres DUMBO was "on the way", though parking was horrendous.
Again, I sat in the car, since we parked in a loading zone.
It didn't take much to convince Severo to return to get a Fig Milkshake. Mmmmmm.
Fig obsession started.