Thanksgiving is a little different when you live in New York City. Nobody has the space, time, and/or willpower to host a home-cooked Thanksgiving meal, so many of us turkey-deprived individuals head straight for the (slightly overpriced) prix fixe menus offered at restaurants around the city.
Price inflation or not, Sarni and I had a ball with Pre-Raph and Acoustic at our version of Thanksgiving dinner at Dressler, a Michelin-starred restaurant in Brooklyn. (Dressler is neighbors with Peter Luger's steakhouse, which made Sarni seriously consider consuming a second Thanksgiving dinner).
Roast turkey, New York-style. I've been thinking of a New York-specific "thanks" to give. So here goes. In addition to family, friends and our blessed lives, yada yada, I am thankful for our sweet, kind doormen. Also for the bowls of candy that randomly appear on the coffee table in our lobby. Because really, some things just keep on giving.
Brooklyn. On Canon Powershot.
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