Celebrating New Year’s in August at a Secret Underground Supper Club
11:45pm
Still awaiting the next course, and I’m starting to slip again. A cigarette (the non-herbal kind) is being passed on my right, and the neighbors on my left are peer-pressuring me to join them in votive candle hot wax shots. “If you make sure your tongue is wet, and don’t swallow afterwards, it doesn’t burn at all!” they promise. I’m afraid that joining the party on my right will send my hunger pangs into overdrive, and the candles on my left are looking tastier by the second. When in Rome.
12:30pm
Charred hanger steak with caramelized onions, purple potatoes and parsley gremolata. No time for niceties. Down my throat in seconds.
12:45pm
Sage cigarettes with roller dude outside. Wonder if you can scare away evil spirits with these?