i've been going to yura since we moved to nyc and i have no idea why it just now occurred to me to snap a few photos. well, actually, i get the sense that photos are frowned upon at yura (says the evil eyes from behind the counter) and the whole place is giving off this upper-east-side-madison-ave vibe that makes me not want to look a fool by taking photos as i dine. whatever, photos went down.
yura mostly consists of take-out friendly prepared foods that can easily be taken home for dinner, picnics in central park, or eaten on the benches outside whilst people watching. i confess that the appeal may have a lot to do with the leisurely bike ride across the park that ends in espresso frosted marble cake, though baked goods aside, the corn and barley salad and greek couscous are frequently in rotation in the fridge.
nothing fancy. just good food.
and marble cake that causes an argument over who ate all the espresso frosting.
it was ed.
her name is babette. fitting, no? drool to the leg.