The Grand Boil

2minxinx2minxinx2minxinxDay  2 with Marcela. It was time to do all of those touristy things New Yorkers never do, and like many New Yorkers, we pass history everyday and usually don’t know any of the background about it. Sad truth. Marcela isn’t used to walking much in Cali, so I know her feet were hating me at the end of the night, if it makes things better, my stomach was loving her! We walked around Times Square, where she got to see the pretty lights, Bryant Park, where she got her first official New York Hot Dog, Grand Central, where she fel in love with the architecture.

As per Marci’s request we headed to The Boil, a restaurant I have never been too, and it won’t be the last. As seafood lovers, we ordered shrimp that comes seasoned in bags, and you end up having to destroy… hence the bibs and gloves, since it gets pretty stinky, cajun fries matched it perfectly, and I was one happy camper.

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