So sad to leave New York. It definitely hit me when I got in my car to head back home and sat through 1.5 hours of 405 freeway traffic. Oh well, I’ve gotta learn to deal since I just accepted a job offer in Los Angeles!! (<— more on that later!)
To celebrate my last night in New York, I hopped on a Subway to head to Hell’s Kitchen to meet up with Stephen at a cute place called Casa Nonna.
I got there at 6:40 and we had 20 minutes left for Happy Hour menu. Their happy hour is wonderful. They have a small little menu with 4 drink options:
Pinot Grigio for me, please!
And yes, if you look carefully above the drink selections, you are given a complementary “bite” when you order a drink off the happy hour menu. What a fun idea. Sure beats the PILED-HIGH plate of nachos or FRIED onion rings/fries/chicken/shit they serve at the happy-hours I’m used to going to. And it allows you to get a taste of the food they offer at their restaurant. Which was wonderful, by the way. If I lived in New York, I would definitely be going back to this place. We ordered the: Focaccia di Recco, Gorgonzola Crostini, Polpetta, and the Rotolo (two drinks each – four bites to try!). Don’t let the pictures fool you – I like to zoom in real close, but these are actual bite-sized items – which, to be honest, I enjoyed. I like trying LOTS of things without feeling disgustingly full and guilty at the end of the night.
Rotolo (Pork Sausage, Sweet Peppers and Provolone in Pizza Crust)
Focaccia di Recco (Ricotta and Stracchino Cheeses, Red Pepper, Rosemary)
They were all DELICIOUS. After happy hour was over, we went to two other bars/restaurants in Hell’s Kitchen that had Happy Hour til 8 or 9.
Why, yes. Barrage is a gay bar for men. They’re very subtle about advertising that. 😉 Needless to say, I was the only female in there.
After that, we stopped by at one of Stephen’s favorite places: Flaming Saddles. No pictures from there, because I was too entranced by the bartenders dressed up as cowboys that were dancing on top of the bar. We ordered a margarita to split and quickly left to meet up with the family at The Billiard Company in Forest Hills. It was really empty (considering it was a Monday night), but we still had a lot of fun. Thankfully, they had table tennis too (since I can never seem to understand how to hold the stick to shoot the balls <—– that sounds terrible, but I don’t know how else to describe it. I don’t know proper pool terms).
Proper stick-holding form. That’s not my hand. Clearly.
Incredible night, wonderful trip. So grateful for the family and friends in my life.
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