Grass Fed Up!
Food Fetish Not only did my first date in four years cancel on me (emotional buzz kill) but, add to that, it was grey, dreary and rainy outside (amplifying said buzz kill). Ah, the perfect day for a depressive afternoon of self-pitying and over-indulgent eating. I made it my goal to sedate myself into a fast food-induced coma and revive myself later with a dose of love in the form of chocolate. BRGR was in the neighborhood so I gave it a shot.
BRGR,
Bareburger,
Chelsea,
Flatiron District,
burgers,
fast food,
grass-fed 



