On the latest "a return to Les Halles" episode of No Reservations you just had to go and take your beer o'clock break at a beloved haunt of mine, Desmond's. Argh!
Now where am I supposed to pee in vintage floor level urinals piled with ice, grok a decent non-mainstream 80's jukebox, smush into back booths with friends, down a pint(or two) before my flight, crush out on the hot Irish bartenders?
Fie! I say, fie!
Dear Desmond's,
I'll remain true(hell, Bourdain digs you...enough said)
hugs and kisses,
CG