caffeine improves all things, as is evidenced by the espresso martini

This evening I had dinner with a friend at a soul food place on the west side of Harlem. After a plate of short ribs and mac and cheese, I found myself wondering if Spoonbread Too is going to be open for Thanksgiving.

We finished off the meal with banana pudding, which, when ordering, I had imagined as a sort of smooth, easily digestible substance that would be easy to fit into my stomach after the huge meal I had just eaten; however, this banana pudding looked like a ginormous piece of banana cream pie, complete with crust and crumb topping, which had been smashed by some weighty bludgeoning object. Yes. Yes yes yes.

I had the pudding packed up for breakfast. The only thing better than a messy mess of banana pudding is banana pudding plus morning coffee.