Note to Selves

When the Halal guys at the cart on 53rd and 6th with the famous yellow bags give you a little bit of pepper sauce upon request, do not look at them as though they have lost their ever-loving minds and ask for more.

Just in case my note was not clear enough, remember:

That shit is hot and it almost defeated us.

All I see is red.

And yet, somehow, all I can think about is eating some right now.  

Ah, Yes

What's not to love about NY?

Where else can The HOchieS see The Wiggles prancing around in the street before 9 AM?

And where else would it be fun to take a 4PM food trip to a lamb smeaty crash cart?

It's the little things.

Currently listening to: "No I In Threesome" by Interpol