After the match the mood in the local French cafe decidedly turned and the crowd thinned quickly. The girls who moved outside to dance on the sidewalk during the breaks while satisfying their nicotine cravings, swaying to the cafe’s fine sense in loud music, disappeared.
I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, the beer left me way hungry. We took a slight detour on the way home through NYU cheap-eats country to grab $4 stand-up shawarmas at my fav joint. On the way there, saw this motorista and smiled:
The shawarma was excellent, best ever perhaps. The dudes in the prep area were in fine mood, so was I. I’ll post shawarma pics next time back there, the battery in my cam was already spent this visit. Here’s a food porn snap at another joint I like in El Raval to hold you over.
Congrats, Italia!
