Pastelaria Broadway

nose, jaw, sunk deeply, losing myself in your fried wiles, dear coxinha Advertisements

Frank’s Steak House

i am sixty-five; townies do not give a damn with each beefy chew

Voula’s Offshore Cafe

the lingered beauty as you burst like a dying star, a crying child

Russell House Tavern

thyme-scented chicken adrift; potato, butter in parts one to one