What is it about the winter that makes you want to stuff your face with Roberta’s pizza (getting fat just got even easier since they started delivering), Mominette eggs Benedict and whatever strange British food they serve at Dear Bushwick? For some reason, winter takes a firm hold of everyone’s beer gut in Bushwick and forces it to be further filled. But don’t give in. Because one minute you’re comfortably hibernating, not showing off your ever expanding body to the rest of the world, and the next, it’s fucking summer and you’re the elephant everyone’s trying to ride at Rockaway Beach.
Dedicated to eggs Benedict.