(That is an image of Bruce's actual guitar...I took it last night after he used it on me during one of our sessions of hot hot loving.)
This afternoon, I experienced brunch at Hell's Kitchen on 89 South 10th Street today. Balls. Big, glorious, fertile (but not for a good ten years) balls.
http://www.hellskitcheninc.com/
This has to go down as one of the top three meals I've had at a restaurant (in Minnesota.) TOP THREE! MAYBE EVEN BEST (though I still love you Caribbean Jerked Chicken from Chino Latino!) Everything was so fresh and flavorful. Every bite a testament to my ability to not start touching myself in public when excited. I was so happy when I left that I immediately called a few people who I knew would appreciate a fine, fine meal as much as I.
Seriously, I love good food: eating it, caressing it, taking pictures of it, talking about it, rubbing it on my body as I sing karaoke.
Badonks and I sat at the table, enjoying our french roast coffee, as the sun burst through the giant window and led us forward, into the light.
What I feasted on (words taken from the Hell's Kitchen menu):
Breakfast Bruschetta
Our dense walnut bread is brushed with homemade lemon oil and toasted, then topped with sweetened mascarpone cheese and assorted fresh, seasonal berries $6.95
The Classic All-American Breakfast
Two premium large eggs, toast, Rosti potatoes (freshly-grated potatoes grilled with sweet cream butter, bacon, sweet onions, chives and scallions), and choice of Thick Sliced Smoked Bacon, Hell’s Kitchen Maple Glazed Bison Sausage, or our Slab of Grilled Pit Ham $9.95
The waitress (who looked like a goth version of this Greek girl I know) also brought out homemade peanut butter (holy FUCK), homemade ketchup, homemade blood orange marmalade & homemade blackberry marmalade. I homemade all over the place.
I chose to have my eggs sunny side up and went with the maple glazed bison sausage. After that meal, for a million dollars, I would fuck a bison.
When I called my mom, I told her "you went to church and I went to Hell."
I was saved in the sunny pits of Hell's Kitchen. Further redemption came in the form of the toilet and a sweet session on the track, rowing machine & elliptical. Everything was so worth it.
Yum motherfucking yum yum.
In other news, Bruce Springsteen's reinvention of Ennio Morricone's "Once Upon a Time In the West" is completely beautiful badass.
"The Mission" is one of my all time favorite soundtracks EVER...before music made me really cry, "The Mission" score conjured some serious tears. The master rock 'n roller's guitar work over the master composer's score = MUSICGASM!
2 comments:
Strangely I dreamed about going to church with the whole Jones family last night. It was weird. There was a dramatic interpretation of some bible passage and we were critique the acting performance.
he USED it on you? Baaah. I'm all for the kink, woman but jaysus......
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