After a certain point, everything I write starts to sound the same: we cooked a big meal, it was delicious, and we all love each other soooo much. Well, it's true. But boring.
Tag: Why Astoria Is the Greatest Place on Earth
KC Exterior
Welcome to the Kabab Cafe of Astoria. Funny, what's that 'vegetarian' sign outside?
Ali of the KC
Ali says hello to Peter. I love this photo.
Ali of the KC on message
Ali runs through the menu. I'm sure he's saying 'the holy mackerel,' because he always does.
Ali chills out
It always seems to end with a little shisha... And a lot of wine.
KC interior
Wait, other people eat at this place too? That's Karine in the foreground.
Kabab Cafe, for old time’s sake
More in a sec…
Frantically trying to finish another chunk of Mexico chapters before starting on the _next_ project, about _New_ Mexico--so hold your breath for more exciting tales of zany innkeepers and crotchety museum curators, once I get there on the 20th.
The Grilled Duck
This weekend was really a return to the Astoria salad days, when I would spend the day toddling from one fascinating grocery store to another, and then spend hours cooking dinner.
A good day
As you might have noted from the constant references to the KC and the Rover, I haven't been getting out of my neighborhood much. Which is a great testament to Astoria, but I was going a little stir-crazy when Tal called on Saturday to urge me to go to the barbecue in Flushing Meadows.