Sometimes Sundays are only Sundays. Sometimes their get dressed up and make the city your bitch Sundays.
Today was the later.
After enjoying some Sinatra sung by the very talented Tony DeSare at the Salon Millesime, the hubs and I walked the city in search of subsistence. We shot this little editorial while walking Madison Square Park and window shopping ABC Carpet & Home.
We found a spot to perch at ABC Kitchen, where we dined on pork shoulder with bacon marmalade and halibut that was drowned in lemon. The midnight meal made me think I’d burst out of this Hugo Boss two-piece, instead it just made my tatas so ginormous that I stopped traffic and made a few boys rethink their mammary deficient girlfriends.
Hey, if you’ve got’um, flaunt’um…