good times, good times.
yesterday, we had brunch at essex. the food gets a 9.5. the service gets a 1. it's worth it if you have the time and patience for the retardedly long wait (we waited for a table for about an hour and a half, and waited for forks for ten minutes after our food arrived). the waitstaff is overworked and incompetent and sometimes downright rude (see amelia's story for a shocking example) but the cocktails flow like lube at the adult movie awards and the people-watching is unbeatable. plus, you can entertain yourself during your excruciatingly long wait by exploring the shabby-chic neighborhood and all it has to offer, particularly economy candy (i am enjoying my new ernie-shaped pez dispenser at this very moment) and toys in babeland (and my mini flashlight-keyring-vibrator... i think i might lose my job today).
then, when we had barely digested that schmorgasboard, we headed crosstown to dine with friends in their fucking spectacular new palace of an apartment. as they are good cooks and tidy people with a pull-out couch in a very convenient location, i intend to invite myself to many a pajama party there.
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