As we did last month, we woke up way too early to catch the LIRR into New York City. When we got to Penn Station we found Rob, who live near a different line than the rest of us, and then walked over to Il Bastardo. Where we had to wait on a line to get in -- Which should have been a warning.
Il Bastardo and were seated we knew we were under dressed but we honestly didn't care because nothing mattered but the six of us eating
last time we went to brunch because we were just having the best time at Vamos Tacos & Tequila), we moved on.
Some how Liz and Day ended up in Chelsea Kennel Club looking at puppies. Annoyed, the rest of us ran across the street to Zagara Wine Bar for some wine. Eventually they joined us.
After one glass of wine each; Rob decided to head back to Long Island, while the rest of us headed downtown to the Andaz Wall Street, where one of our friends had a hotel room for the night.
So despite the fact that Il Bastardo being just meh, we had a great day with each other. And I'm pretty sure that brunch at different restaurants in New York City is going to become our other monthly (Fat Kid Dinners being the other) tradition. Which I'm not mad at...
What are your thoughts on brunch? Do you go often? Not at all? Lemme know!
PS - The original title of this blog post was going to be "Five Spanish Chicks White Girl Wasted" and then Rob decided that the was joining us and I thought better of making the title "Five Spanish Chicks & A Gay Dude White Girl Wasted." Just thought that might amuse some of you...