I'd never been to Hotel Cafe. Last night I corrected this terrible mistake to see Michelle Featherstone. I'd never heard of her but her music has been used in several TV shows like One Tree Hill, so yeah, unabashed love songs of the gentle and socially acceptable strain. I prefer love songs to come equipped with razor blades and prison tats, but that's another blog altogether. Nonetheless, I was impressed with her performance. She has a really nice smoky edged voice, and quite a direct and appealing stage presence. I like this lady. She good stuff.
The great thing about Hotel Cafe is that there was a lot of space to breathe - at least there was at like 9 to 10 pm. No one's elbow is digging into your asscrack. My gin and tonic was pretty potent. The female bartender played the Smiths continuously. I could go 10 lifetimes without hearing a Smiths song ever again but it was surprisingly nice. Remember this tune? And yes, this is directed at you old folks.
Food seemed in order. The Bowery is always good times. I think their Caesar salad is quite delightful. I eat a Caesar salad at least once a week from Gelsons - the packaged Wolfgang Puck one which has an amazing dressing. It's dirty stanky good. This salad was nice too.
I love the juicy salty Bowery burger. With blue cheese and some sweet potato fries, I'm hard pressed to think of anything better to eat on a Saturday night after swilling down a strong gin and tonic. See how I qualified that, so I could later say there are better things to eat on a Saturday night? Despite this weaselly refusal to blanket endorse this as the best of all Saturday night meals, this burger is good shit.