Saturday, 7:00pm. Upper West Side, New York City. After an adventure in Inwood, Haroldo and I went to Sylvia’s in Harlem for soul food. God, it was good. I was too stuffed for dessert but I brought home their small sweet potato pie. I had to force myself to one “taste” when I got home.
Talk about lack of self control. Currently experiencing a severe tummy ache but you know what? I’m still dreaming about collard greens and fried chicken.
The after picture of 20 or so guests first round plates for thanksgiving. I went back for my second plate of dessert and dressing and this is what I found. There was no before because I was to busy trying to eat.
“A man came into [my friend]’s place, sat down, ordered sweet potato pie, identified himself as FBI Agent Mulder. He then questioned my friend. He then ordered piece after piece, each time asking another question. He ate a whole pie in that fashion, then got up and left.” 3.20 | Jose Chung’s ‘From Outer Space’ Requested by @ladyroche