i like to be the very last person in nyc to try an esteemed restaurant. i've heard nothing but good about peels in the east village, but it took me a few years to get down there and try it myself. i always heave a deep sigh when i'm expected to show up in the east village since the upper west side is the equivocal opposite in terms of location. the streets below houston will forever confuse me. i should have just got off the subway and followed the rest of the 30-something hipsters straight to peels.
my friend kayla admitted she hadn't tried it yet either, so we made a breakfast date to talk photo biz (hire her!), amongst other things of course.
the menu is oozing in southern charm with staples like shrimp and grits and a fried chicken sandwich. i wish i had taken a dozen martha stewart approved buttermilk biscuits for the road.
also, exquisite banana might be the coolest name for a blog, ever.
ps: an excellent guide to breakfast and lunch at peels.