I love New York City BBQs. We will find the teeniest tiniest patch of anything and make do. My old workmates invited me to the company party (I was a stylist's assistant in a former life) a few nights ago to grill out on the photography studio's balcony. Okay, when I say balcony I really mean the 12 inch strip of concrete that is supposed to only catch water, not hold a grill, people, wine, beers and food. We ate, we laughed we had a great time!
(1) The tiny grill and views
(2) Fallen cupcakes
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