a childhood friend came to town, and while walking around,

we stopped in at prince street cafe for dinner.

she got duck confit & truffle oil pasta, which seemed bottomless

no matter how much we ate it, and caesar salad. and i had a sudden

craving for breakfast food, so i got their french toast.

this was one of the largest amount of food i've experienced in an NYC

café so far after all these years.

even then, after walking off our dinner a bit, we looked for dessert,

and went to doma for café alongé and tiramisu - both very delicious!

now i'm full.