So, the morning after Ikea, feeling fully recovered and reenergized, Mike and I headed down to Bushwick for a Thanksgiving brunch and Jonathan and Nikki's place. They have a fabulous loft in a not-so-fabulous neighborhood.
And a fabulous view!
The food was OUTRAGEOUS. So good. They made a pomegranate parfait thingy that was absolutely fresh and delish, and baked root vegetables with candied pecans (that had something called "black salt" in it, which Jonathan said was some sort of MSG?), baked eggs with cream cheese, turkey sausage with apple shittake gravy, and pumpkin waffles. And fancy champagne. I'm drooling just thinking about it.
Mike gives the Slagletown Seal of Approval
Oh, and another fun thing is that Jonathan and Nikki's cat looks just like Morris! Spitting image. But I forgot to take a picture of their cat, so you'll just have to take my word on this one.
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