I mostly only take pictures of food. This is because food usually looks good, and it really doesn’t spoil the moment to take a picture of food the way it does to take a picture of something awesome or hilarious or whatever. Anyway, this is generally okay, except it means that I am untrained to capture moments on film and sometimes I get too stressed out to take pictures in restaurants. I think this must have happened this weekend: Zack and I went to New York City, and I took about 12 pictures: 4 from a brunch and 8 of this cat with a very small head and a very huge body.
Anyway, we had a really nice brunch at Patois on Sunday. I love a good brunch, especially one with many many drinks. I had the poached eggs on a duck confit hash, and I will say that duck for breakfast is maybe the most decadent way to start the day. It was pretty amazing, but I wish I’d thought to ask for it without hollandaise sauce, since I hate it. I finished everything, though, so maybe my hatred is waning.
Anyway, New York was lots of fun. We also had what I think was the best sushi I’ve ever had, but I didn’t take any pictures.