at least according to the Village Voice. Weird categories, but looking forward to having a bunch of things to check out in the near future. Snaps go out to the boys at ‘inoteca, who have always been incredibly welcoming, not to mention generous. Not only with the wine, but with the meat thermometer that the chef gave me one night. I decided to interpret it as a romantic gesture, and promptly stuck it in my cleavage. Where else are you supposed to wear your meat thermometer?!
(Joe, Eric (the chef), and Jason)