The milkshake

I had one of the most amazing desserts ever, ever, ever last night: a chocolate peanut butter tart with some kind of ice cream and a whiskey milkshake. I can't remember what kind of ice cream was because I was so dumbstruck over the tart and (did I mention?) THE WHISKEY MILKSHAKE. I was practically weeping with happiness into the tiny glass it came in.

This was at a very restaurant-y restaurant (hence the tiny glass) called Allen and Delancey, the kind of place that if I'd never met P., I'd probably walk past and shake my fist at, if I noticed it at all. But P. is a self-described foodie, and no one's going to keep him from staying up-to-date with the ever-changing NYC restaurant scene, least of all me. Sadly, I won't be able to post any pictures of his adorable mug on this site — he has forbidden it. He has his reasons!



So you'll have to settle for this recent portrait of us. If you ever see us at your local eatery, stop by our table and say hi!