So today, in need of groceries and in celebration of my having gone to Steve and Sarah's wedding in Half Moon Bay without the wife's having gone into (not even technically) early labor, we cruised around the BK in the Corolla. (Not exactly the same as riding down the PCH in a convertible mustang, but still) First we were bummed to find out our favorite
lunch spot is closed on Tuesdays. We rallied though, and walked around the corner to
this joint, which we've been talking about hitting for about a year and a half now.
Turns out it was worth the wait. Melissa proclaimed to all who would hear that its the best cue she's had in New York, and the sauce, she says, is a lot like Alford's (Yo, is Kennett in the house, What?)
After a successful pre babypocalypse grocery trip we hit pier 41 for our favorite
dessert, and sat with with a lovely view of the Verrazano Narrows, fantasizing about a baby to be born with a strange taste for pork butt and Key Limes...
