On Friday after drinks at Antique Garage, we visited Spring Street Natural in Soho for some dinner. As it's somewhat of a celeb haunt, I tried to keep my beady little eyes pealed for anyone of note. Turns out a guy from Glee was sitting behind me, and I managed to completely miss him. I don't think I'm ever going to see anyone, I'm so unobservant that Katie Holmes could probably slap me in the face and I still wouldn't notice. Gah.

Anyway, here's what we ate. There's some pan roasted free range (natch) chicken with herb-natural jus, sweet potato-poblano pepper gratin and sauteed greens. A chicken burger on a toasted brioche bun with melted pepper jack cheese, chipotle mayonnaise and hand-cut French fries. Roasted organic salmon with baby arugula pesto, Marcona Spanish almonds, tri-color roasted peppers and grilled summer squash. Finally, I had hanger steak (from a grass fed, cuddled, happy cow… Obviously) with red onion jam, a basket of hand-cut French fries and baby arugula-gorgonzola salad.

We didn't feel quite full enough when we'd finished so headed to Emack & Bolio's on West Houston Street for ice cream. With a huge selection of flavours and dipped cones, I was in drunken heaven.

We happily strolled down the street munching on our gooey treats, until my drunkenness caught up with me. Despite a one-two attempt at catching it, which only elevated it further into the air, my ice cream ended its life like this. Sad times.

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