My visit to Katz’s was entirely unplanned, as these terrible iPhone photos show. I was staying at my cousin’s place for the night and his girlfriend got a craving for fried pickles. As soon as those words were out of her mouth, so did I. So we ended up driving to the first place both of us had ever tried them. Read on…
Posts Tagged ‘Late Night’
005: Spanish Flowers
In Heights on January 5, 2010 at 12:51 amMe: Can I get the queso flameado with fajita chicken?
Boyfriend: Did you just order cheese as an entree?
Me: That just happened, yes. Read on…


