I have a love-hate relationship with seafood, in the I-love-chili-crabs but I-hate-lobster-on-bread kinda way. Where I come from, seafood is usually deep-fried or smothered in curry, which I presume is to mask any smell of the ocean. So it should not come as a surprise that it took me nearly 1.5 years in the city (where I eat out multiple times a week), to set foot in a fish shack - Mary's Fish Camp. Big mistake. Big. HUGE.
|Once again, we arrive at another reason to move to the West Village.|
The place is itty-bitty. Any ideas of having a private conversation was left at the door since we were literally rubbing shoulders with patrons on either side of us. All that aside, the dishes were fabulous - I can't stop thinking about the lobster knuckles and the golden tile with quinoa and yogurt I devoured.
Since I am no longer apprehensive of seafood joints (trick: order the more flavourful dishes on the menu), I have put Pearl Oyster Bar on the list of places to visit next.
This is not a food blog, and besides photos of fish are rather unappealing so I will leave you with pictures of the other outfit I wore on the weekend:
|Helmut Lang T, Armani ripped jeans (circa 2009 when it was hip)|
|Anthropologie Golden Gate Cardigan, Club Monaco sparkly necklace|
|Blurry but at least I don't look so tired!|
Mad love for the new Giles and Brother cuffs I acquired recently. This is my feeble attempt at an arm party (baby steps, baby steps):
|(From Left) Right wrist-bone cuff from Paddington Markets in Sydney (I have not taken this off since 2006)|
|(Ctd) Giles and Brother Hook Cuff and Railroad Spike Cuff|
Tonight I am off to Chelsea Market's Anthropologie to meet Johanna Uurasjarvi and to view Leifsdottir's fall collection. Hope you have a lovely evening too!