December Pt 2

Here’s a weird post about the rest of December featuring barely any pictures of people.

Christmas afternoon (no pictures of Christmas morning stuff, apparently) we visited the Morton Arboretum to see all the trolls there. Look at all these giant trolls!

The next day we visited the Conservatory and had a delicious tlayuda at Cruz Blanca because the waits at Au Cheval are preposterous. That night, after dinner at Las Fuentes (no pictures?) we saw the Woman in Black, my favorite scary play, finally come to the United States.

Then I caught a plane west for a quick little LA trip (funny that I’m writing this after having just gotten back from a completely different LA trip). Consider this stack of photos an impressionist (or expressionist?) representation of being in Burbank, being at Grandma’s, tacos with Nicole, Pepes with Grandma, a little visit to the Arts District, Gus’s Chicken with Collin, Porridge and Puffs with the Paughs, Jitlada with Cher and Lauri and Bobby Flay, walking around San Marino/Pasadena, picking up Greg and all going to Zankou Chicken, Grandma making pita chips, and me getting dropped off for the Flyaway Bus. You know, the usual!

And after all that I was back in New York in time for New Year’s with a ball drop view!

December Pt 1

Nothing says “beginning of February” quite like posting about the month of December!

Things kicked off with the annual stake Christmas concert.

I was working off Rockefeller Center and had many opportunities to push my way through the holiday crowds.

Dipped into nearby St Patrick’s to observe some of the Dia de la Virgin goings on

We had a nice ward Christmas party and I was also invited to attend the LDSPA (probably not the right abbreviation?) dinner

And then, the big event of December: Mom and Dad came to town just before Christmas. Day One we ate at Ikinari Steak and Olmsted

Day Two: Lunch at Carbone and a viewing of the Bands Visit that night

Day 3: Korean Fried Chicken for dinner, a visit to the Mogan Library, and dessert at Empellon. That is not an avocado!

Day 4: Lunch at Cosme, dinner not pictured, Mom bought a goat, and we saw the Magic Flute

Day Five: After a great Christmas program at the Union Square chapel, we lunch at Spotted Pig, grab some DKAs, I show off my new knife from Cory, and we fly to Chicago!

Ok, I really think I can get the rest of December posted before March happens but we’ll see!

Ah Yes, November...

Wouldn’t the first weeks of January 2019 be a great time to look at things from November 2018? I thought so, too!

November got off to a wild start when one day I was checking Instagram and saw that Grace and Dave were across the street from my work at the Nintendo store so I ran over to say to them a surprise Hello. Social Media, you made this possible!

Took an early morning Inwood Hill Park hike with Ned one early morning. This is actually Inwood Hill Park Hike #1 of 3 for November.

Some after work photo walk photos:

The night after it opened, I went to the new Momofuku Noodle Bar at Columbus Circle with Tara, Dallin and Colette. Absolutely beautiful restaurant, struggling service, lagging back of house, food mostly largely unremarkable. This seems to be the story of the Momofukus in general these days. Great company, though!

The big November thing was Emily came out for Thanksgiving. Night #1 we started with dessert at Morgenstern’s and then had dinner at Emily’s. Not Emily’s house! But the pizza place called Emily’s.

Then Thanksgiving itself! Started with cooking and hanging at our house and finished with the big dinner at Ned’s!

Friday morning I went with Emily to Daily Provisions for breakfast before heading into work for the day.

After work I met up with the sibs at the Nintendo store, headed down to Superiority Burger, also went to Otto’s Tacos, and then walked down to the Seaglass Carousel.

Saturday morning, before Emily flies back to Chicago, one more Inwood Hill Park hike lead by Ned.

Ok, just a few more things: that Saturday I joined Victoria and Logan for lunch at a GREAT new-ish place in Brooklyn called Win Son. And one Sunday night I made my own Hot Chicken and now I feel unstoppable.