On a whopping hot (88 degrees) afternoon (Memorial Day), after hours of dragging our already-tired bodies through the Manhattan heat on a fruitless ‘going to see Navy ships’ hunt (they were blocked off by an hours-long line of people waiting to board), we settled on Japanese BBQ for lunch. Mostly because we were walking past, beef always makes the day brighter, and hey, Japanese BBQ still counts as Memorial Day BBQ.
These pics were taken while waiting for a seat … and my DH (darling or dearest -take your pick- husband) still looks ridiculous/studly/adorable.
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