at least, by biking, we burned calories between feedings?
…allowing us to arrive at The Filling Station at Chelsea Market (among other establishments) where we sampled delicious imported salts and oils. Because, yes. sometimes it becomes necessary to DRINK OIL from a cup.
then we hit Eataly, the scariest place on planet earth. the doughy, chewy, melty, gooey, tangy focaccia was DOPE. as were the procuitto panini and the cheese samples. don’t worry: after a stop at upper east side food mecca Agata + Valentina for homemade lobster ravioli, we arrived home to arrange ourselves a feast. ’cause, DAMNNNN we were hungry.
THE END. fetal position. food hangover.
photos: ggeatsnyc, nycstreeteats, theeatenpath, wsj, nytimes, ruthreichl, me.