all alone on the L line*
The ride on the L from Williamsburg to Manhattan at 3:30 in the morning can be a lonely one, especially when one is stuffed to the gills and completely, utterly drunk off too many beers and vodka-something-or-others.
But the food was fantastic - Joe and Stan made fantastic turkey and ham, respectively, and my pies were well received. I just wish I had access to the leftovers.
*Not pictured - the 20 minute wait for the F at 14th Street, the girl vomiting up a storm on the steps