Central Perk, or How I [Re-]Learned to Love the Swing

For all the free time I've had in New York, and for all Central Park's massiveness, you'd think our existences would have intersected a bit more.  But there remain vast chunks of its terrain that I have yet to explore.  Thanks to a weekend visit from my brudder (pictured, right), and a little help from a smeagolic vice-princess (pictured, left), that has been ever-so-partially remedied.

Won't You Take Me to Niketown?

Just a few short makeup posts, the first of which is from a couple weeks ago.  My aunt, uncle, cousin, and his girlfriend were in town for the US Open, so we met for some barbecue at Southern Hospitality, JT's restaurant in Hell's Kitchen.  Not sure if I feel comfortable promoting anything of or pertaining to JT - okay, maybe a couple things...but the food wasn't too bad.