A whole life of being fussy about food does not disappear easily, and I'm still very particular about some things: I *hate* (with all the passionate burning of my soul) to have lunch alone, that's why some weekends I go on my own at some restaurant I know I like or that I'm going to like. It seems a contradiction, I know, but my mind is a contradicting place, so the reasoning is actually sound... for me that is. This is the Meatpacking Bistro, and I love their food. There's not a picture of my eggs benedict because I was so famished that I polished them in about five minutes.
As an aside, these were the only pictures I liked from a whole roll of film, I'm not sure what I did wrong, the colors are terrible and a few of them even look seriously scratched. Well, I'll keep on trying.
Arrow Argenti 400