revafisheye

Nez tristes de clown

Resting after a good meal

Last night, Brendan and I had dinner at Le Monde on Broadway and 113th St. The side dish of haricot vert and mushrooms came with, as Brendan called them, sad clown noses. Most people call them cherry tomatoes.

After dinner, we went to Night Cafe on Amsterdam and 106th St. for a beer and some pool. We were informed by an "artist of some renown" that writing is hard, and, one of the more interesting regulars, Raul, guessed my age by looking at my teeth.

posted by revafisheye @ 9:34 PM