I hadn’t worn my vintage Moschino heart dress for Valentine’s Day since 2011, so I figured it was due for an outing last night.
MrB and I had dinner at Narcissa in the Standard Hotel. (If you go, get the Carrots Wellington.) Considering the name of the restaurant, I was hoping to see a Valentine’s Day dinner populated entirely by solo diners gazing lovingly into mirrors. Alas, it was normal New York City crowd. In other words, the narcissism wasn’t quite so obvious. Bwah!