Last year, good friend LovelyCozy unfathomably left NYC for the sunny shores of California, but a few days ago, she returned like a long-lost prodigal daughter. Except it was just a visit. And she's not my daughter, obviously. This whole metaphor is falling apart.
We celebrated our reunion with crepes and french toast at Bar Breton (who knew there were passable restaurants close to Penn Station?). My deconstructed Madison crepe was pretty good, although the ratio of apples to bacon was way too skewed towards the bacon. The company, though, was impeccable. Come back soon, LovelyCozy!
Flatiron. On Canon Powershot.
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I had so much fun! I wish time could stand still for our lovefests.
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