El Quinto Pino
Had cocktails with a colleague and discussed babies babies babies and how to get one and with that weighing heavy on our minds, we took a cab to Chelsea and met a friend at a tapas joint called El Quinto Pino – an aside is T tells me on el quinto coño translates to bumfuck Egypt. Meanwhile, we had a delicious bottle of Planeta red wine and yummy spinach and chickpea stew, goat cheese with honey and figs and walnuts, garlicky shrimp, and an eqqplant bite.
I came away from the night thinking my only insight into the baby jones is to keep stoking it till the basket comes floating down the bayou.