A Week In The City

Apart from installing the show, I didn’t do much last week. One exception was Thursday, when John called me around 3:30 to tell me they were playing, in Brooklyn, a mere 5 blocks from the gallery. I had no idea they were in town. (If you follow the link above, then scroll down a bit, you can see Milo modeling their latest fashions.) When John called, I was a sweaty, cranky mess, but following the call I had enough energy to finish the wall piece before dinner. We went to Aurora, run by an Il Buco alum, where I’ve been twice before. Sitting outside, we had many appetizers to share- best among which were the sardines, the zucchini flowers, and the carpaccio of salmon. For the main course, we all split a few orders of veal cheek and marrow ravioli, and pappardelle al cinghiale. We started off with a 2003 Mastrojani Rosso di Montalcino and moved on to two of their 2001 Brunellos. Then we strolled back to the venue, and they tore the fucking roof off.

After the opening on Friday, I went with my Brother and some friends to Marlow & sons, which I had read about. Our friend Cass works there, and we tucked into some great grub. 6 oysters, charcuterie, arugula salad, and crostini with local ricotta and peaches, along with a pretty good Burgundy that I don’t remember the name of since by then I was a tad tipsy. All in all, the week was a pretty perfect balance of business and pleasure.

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