The other night I reached for some matches in the kitchen, and realized that our match bowl was in serious need of an edit. What if all of our beloved Gino's matches got used up? (It closed last year.) I spent a couple of minutes sorting through them, and putting the most special ones at the bottom (it's not like we use matches except to re-light our stove, honestly), and had a little transporting moment with each one.
think this was from a strip joint Matt went to when he had a 12 hour layover in Anchorage. I just like the name.
Spent many a Conde Nast dollar here. and came here the night that they folded Cookie.
I feel the most grown up whenever I walk into this place. but also imagine the fraud squad is going to whisk me away at any moment.
Always walked by it in my early 20s, finally got to go there in my late 20s. Still my special occasion restaurant.
(p.s. if you're wondering why the pictures changed in this post, it's because my husband is a secret art director.)