The chicken under a brick is something that I've read a lot about. It was very good, it came with Israeli couscous and a delicious green sauce. There were only two people eating at the bar: me, and a woman eating alone. Her being there stressed me out. I felt like I was supposed to interact with her but I really just wanted to eat and read the paper. We didn't talk to each other.
For dessert, I rode my bike over to Pop Gelato for hazelnut dipped in dark chocolate dipped in pistachio, I'm starting to get addicted to this place.
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