a post-show snackee

for the first 18 years of my life,

post-concert food meant:

steak 'n shake

or

home run inns with mum

or

nothing because nothing good was open...

*and now it is like*

let's pray there's not a long wait at the spotted pig 

so we can eat a chicken liver toast.

or

bibimbap?

or

bone marrow and half-bottles at landmarc, now.

which is definitely among my top ten reasons why i love new york.

+++

so the other night when i was starving my belly off after a show

jusbin and i went down to the village with the intention of

frozen yogurt or noodles or risotto or something,

but found ourselves on the hike to the spotted pig...

when i had a hunger meltdown at the foot of frankies 570.

kitchen open until 1am? how convenient.

excuse me as i push my nose up a little and tell you that 

butternut squash soup

and burrata

and a hot toddy

and a braised full artichoke

make the perfect midnight snackee.

-yeh!