Saturday Night Rendezvous

Last night was an adventure to remember. Among the gawkers, inaccessible cabbies, and foreign men, it was a night I haven't had in a very long time. While, plans never go accordingly, New Yorkers are still able to improvise and make impromptu reservations via OpenTable. First stop: The Mulberry Project.

Where the Mulberry magic happens. Mulberry Project, 149 Mulberry St

Having this place within minutes away from my home is a convenience and can almost be described as a luxury. Wedged in between a tourist-centered accessories store and the miniature sized Italian-American museum, the Mulberry Project is just a few steps down into their mysteriously small speakeasy type lounge. Above, the world is of street lamps, potholes, and of course tourists sashaying by here and there, but inside is a lair where people pick their poison and the food is out of this world amazing.

Chocolate Souffle topped with Mangos: Mulberry Project

 Before, the above was served, scoped, and devoured were plates of mushroom brushetta and truffle fries scattered across our table. Unfortunately, none of that was documented because of how indepth our conversation became about boys, toys, and fries. Yes, fries, because of how the perfect amount of Parmesan cheese was sprinkled atop these beauties.

Making the mark at Mulberry Project

The night couldn't have ended without making the mark at Mulberry Project. Our Leprachuan drawing skills were a group effort along with help from the Google image search.  80's music remixes, rock on and keep rocking.