My last two nights in NYC were a lot of fun. Friday night I met my friend Michele for a walk around Soho. We ended up hungry and went to the best 'hole-in-the-wall-southern-style' restaurant in the city. It is called Jones Cafe and was so delicious it gave us the itis. We had cornbread, pulled pork, gumbo, and abita beers in a small room, with dim lighting, a black board menu, and a juke box playing jazz and zydeco. It was very New Orleans style, and I highly recommend it if you want a moderately priced, southern, home cooked meal.
Saturday night was my going away party. I had it at Pink Pony, as mentioned a few blogs earlier. After a bit of trouble with our reservation, the manager came over to introduce himself, explain the mix-up, and offer us a free bottle of wine. The painting above is of his mother and is my favorite part about the restaurant/cafe.
It was great company, a great meal. and we left the restaurant a great gift. The volcano candle holder featured below belonged to my room mates. I brought 'gifts' to dinner, meaning everything I had to get rid of (from toothpaste to the volcano). We left it as pictured, on a shelf in the restaurant. We hope they like it, as much as we did.
After dinner a few of us went further into the LES to a bar called Elsa. I had an S.M. Jenkins, a gin drink served in a jelly jar. But, probably the coolest thing about the bar is the vintage sewing machine where a bar tap would be! Pretty cool. Ok, I'm a nerd. Anyway, when we asked for our check the bar tender forgot, so she ended up taking my drink off the bill!
K: Maybe you shouldn't leave? Free drinks all night probably means you should stay.
Me: A good night, with free drinks, means I am doing the right thing. I think it is time to go.
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