David Burke Kitchen

Food: delicious
Service: excellent
Atmosphere: urban bourgeoisie, boring with a bit of barf
Overall: go there for a good reason
Total cost: $160/2
Pictures:

For main courses we had Brick Chicken (me) and trout (she) but those pictures came out black somehow. I did grab a shot of the thrilling post-desert conclusion:

The background music sucked, like the soundtrack to a girl’s clothing store in SoHo. They kept the place pretty cold, probably so people can wear more things, like suit coats and scarves or whatever, and not get overheated.

The clientele were mixed. Next to us on one side were two old British ladies, and to the right side, four douchey fuckfaces who looked like TV characters talking loudly about “deals” and flirting with the waitress every time she came to the table. They sounded like they were trying extra hard to be what used to be called “goodfellas”, but now is just idiotic. They left after a while and it got better. Prior to that, they kept staring at my date, who was pretty dressed up, and I was hoping for something to happen just for an excuse to lay one of them out.

Aside from that temporary annoyance, it was great and I’m glad I went. My date was thrilled with everything. We walked back through TriBeCa and into SoHo and I recognized places I had been before– Cafe Noir and the ilk, boring places where… people go… for people. That will probably never change. From Saloons, to Dens, to Lounges to…

I crashed in Chinatown on the 26th floor of the Confucius building and came right into work wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday.

Wednesday. Training 5-6:30 and then jam in Hollow Way with a special guest guitarist 7-9:30, and then a conference call with over there.

Time is full.