From New York City
We’ve gotten the whirlwind lunch-rush tour (damn, bum timing) of Bubby’s underground labyrinthine kitchen complex, where we couldn’t shake hands with one of the pie gals because she was, you know, holding a pie in each hand. I am posted at the moment on a bench outside because the restaurant is waaayyyy too crazy to be bothered. That’s okay… exactly what I expected. Thrilled to be here. Can’t wait to get into the kitchen before dawn tomorrow.