i dont know if people truly appreciate the math new yorkers have to do getting dressed every day, sometimes it is simply too inconvenient to go home and you have riddles like "what outfit can i wear to both the dentist and the club"
kids these days don’t know what it’s like to box a white owl white grape in your homie car parked in a sketchy plaza listening to some shit like this..
The grilled cheese at Elvis in East Village NYC is fucking insane. Bechamel, fondue cheese, artichoke hearts, pickles, bread fried into oblivion. Took one bite and immediately knew: best grilled cheese I’ve ever had in my life