Morgan and I went to Angelica Kitchen in the East Village. We rolled up and the dude who sat us happened to be a friend of Morgan's and also happened to be the owner. He was a nice younger looking fellow with wispy hair and a scruffy beard. He sat us in the corner away from all the bourgeois moms and infants.
Morgan ordered a Picnic Plate with 4 items: Tofu, Quinoa, Mixed Vegetables and Salad. I ordered the Hot Open Face Tempeh Sandwich with Mash Potatoes. I didn't try any of Morgan's food cause I'm allergic to healthy, but my sandwich was fucking awesome. It was tiny little bread slices piled with gravy, tempeh, spinach and shredded beats with a scoop of mash po-tats in the middle.
After we reverse barfed the living fuck out of our meal, her friend offered us a free desert. It was some cake with lemon cream on top. I'm not a huge sweets fan, but this shit was yummers.
After we crammed our barfholes I bombed the crap shack while twenty pregnant moms waited in line to change their children's diapers. I hope their infants enjoyed getting hotboxed by my farticles cause I ate some serious enchiladas the night before. I pray it somehow mutated their DNA so they will grow up to be huge, hairy, vegan shit-machines by the time they are my age. Oh yeah, this place is CASH ONLY.
3/5 Plunges
Angelica Kitchen
300 E 12th st
NYC
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