Finally made it to New York. My little cousin Crystle and her boyfriend picked me up from the airport and took me to lunch.
I wasn’t super impressed with the main dish, but the Grit Sticks were delicious. Like most southerners, I am a snob when it comes to my grits. We like them thick, smooth and very creamy. So when I read they were battered and fried (another southern favorite) I thought this could go really wrong or really right.
I also ordered a beer with some obscene name and it came in this glass. How appropriate was that? Unfortunately, they weren’t for sale.
Fortunately, we had a very sassy waitress. She washed it so I could put it in my purse. It’s not stealing if they give it to you.
Tomorrow we leave for Dubai!