Today my quest to feel more grown up reached a new milestone. My husband turned 28 years old. Sounds mature, right? Well that must mean that I, too, am mature, since I am married to him and such.
We both had to work (given our upcoming long weekend), but still managed to enjoy our evening at Double Crown, a new restaurant in the East Village that Ian has been wanting to try. We both agree it was phenomenal! If you like Indian and/or English food and ambience (it has, perhaps, the coolest decor I've ever seen), we're definitely going there when you come to visit.
Here is our Birthday Boy opening his gifts. (This is Heat by Bill Buford, a culinary memoir.) He's very thankful for everybody's good wishes.
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