The Pink Pony - a French restaurant in the Lower East Side of Manhattan. It happened to be just around the corner from Hotel on Rivington, where we began our expensive and over ambitious journey that night. Lorna and Luke at the table bantering about something. (below)
Amata and I (above) looking a little 'carried away'. Probably intrigued by what Luke is going on about!
It happened to have a rather nice welcoming interior with lots of paraphernalia on the walls, shelves crammed full of books and other collectible ornaments. I kept imagining sitting there on a regular basis, and to watch the world go by as a true New Yoiker! Oh how I envied thee.
However, I reckon the Interior was a good distraction from realising the horror that was the food bill, which also included two very nice bottles of wine.