My cousins took me to an amazing party that Saturday night. I met the London correspondent for Vanity Fair and another writer for Brides magazine living in London as well. It was SO MUCH FUN but peeps I was at this point, ready to pass out on the dance floor. Instead, Ani lent me her shoulder (btw, that's not Ani's real hair btw, it was a wig).
Did someone say food?? I have a rule to not eat anything past 8 pm, but Paul and Kavi INSISTED we get a bagel in the east end, and you know what? These bagels were f-ing fantastic. I channeled Anthony Bourdain and took a small bite of Paul's (he had a plain bagel with salted beef) P.S. when did the east end of London start looking like Williamsburg??? It was a little creepy.
Making the bagels (at 2am)....
More evidence that the east end is TOTALLY Williamsburg. I wonder if this shop really rocks...
