Traipsing around the city running errands on a rainy afternoon. All is doom and gloom. Until, that is, I spy the Old Homestead before me.
This brings forth the immediate and thrilling realization that tomorrow evening I shall be dining on steak in another borough. Delicious, dry-aged steak, that I suspect will be accompanied by German Fried Potatoes and Creamed Spinach (perhaps, even, if caution is thrown to the wind, a slice or two of thick-cut bacon).
Things are looking up.
