As indicated yesterday, I headed back to Brooklyn after brunch to take care of some business and change into evening attire, and then I returned to the city for a night with the boys:
(Ummm, in case you are wondering, Rami is married … to a woman.)
Gina met up with us at Gabe’s apartment, and then we were off to the bars! Except we got sidetracked along the way:
Hmmmmm, any establishment with that sign on the window is guaranteed to grab my attention!
Gabe’s apartment is conveniently located across the street from Rice to Riches, and all signs seemed to be pointing toward an immediate need for rice pudding:
We carefully studied (and sampled) every flavor:
And debated the merits of each option:
Until Gabe stepped up to the plate and placed our order:
We settled on a small bowl with half cheesecake and half sex, drugs, and rocky road:
And we enjoyed it thoroughly:
Satisfactorily rice puddinged, we made our way across the street to Vig Bar where we found my favorite thing to find in a bar: a good-looking man making drinks with fresh fruit!!
Gina and I both ordered fresh strawberry martinis, and they came complete with floral accents:
The flower garnish was picked right from this plant immediately pre-delivery:
Gina had watched the drink preparation and warned me that the bartender poured in a hefty serving of vodka, but I paid her no mind.
The first sign of trouble may have been when I assumed the flower was edible since it came with no warning label. I popped it into my mouth like it was a skittle without a second thought.
I was not impressed. Gina can vouch for the look on my face.
I rallied with a fresh pineapple martini:
Courtesy of Rami, wingman extraordinaire:
The second sign of trouble may have been when I made best friends with the bouncer, Mustafa:
I was quickly whisked away to another bar, where the third sign of trouble appeared when I met a half Peruvian man and had to tell him about all my Peruvian adventures in my atrociously imperfect Spanish, even though he spoke atrociously perfect English. Luckily, Gina’s husband had just finished his hockey game in the city around that time, and he swung by the bar to collect us and drive us home, where I proceeded to eat several unphotographed meals in an effort to prepare my swirling stomach for bedtime 😛
All in all, I’d say I had a successful night in terms of nutrition: grains, dairy, fruit, flowers, bouncers. I covered all the bases. How do YOU ensure proper nutrition when you are out on the town?