Last night we continued our Winterliciousing with a visit to The Strip House. It was our second time; we went back mainly because we were craving steak, but also because they have a much more extensive Winterlicious menu than most restaurants (6 appetizers, 5 mains and 3 desserts). T-Bone came with, and her friend (who’s accompanied us three times on various ‘licious trips), and the conversation ranged from politics to thongs to cats to testes. I don’t know why. We also spent a great deal of time laughing at our server, who appeared to be stoned. He seemed nearly asleep, and kept dropping things and asking his hand, “What’s the matter with you? Why are you dropping things?” It was weird.
This morning, as if we haven’t been eating enough decadent food lately, we met CBGB at Verveine for brunch. A basket of carby goodness and some banana-chocolate chip pancakes later and I thought I was going to explode. I had to cut a subway leg out of my afternoon errands just to work off the maple syrup that went on top of my breakfast.