London again. It never stopped. Back and forth, back and forth, like taking the bus. Ah, but a mid-summer side-trip to Barcelona to follow. What a treat.
Greek "tapas" - why not? - in the former private dining room of Anthos, overlooking 52nd Street.
It sounded suitably post-modern and 2009-ish, especially on an evening when a full cruise through the main restaurant's menu was not required. Anyway, The Feedbag thought the menu "pretty hot." Good enough.
I did see the Francis Bacon retrospective at the Met this week, and I'll probably visit again before reviewing it. In the meantime, however, a brief note on the unsatisfying James Ensor show at MOMA.