Local 121

I’m doing this to be cruel to myself because I am starving already but the hour hand hasn’t even hit onze on the dial yet.  why?  penance of some sort for … something, I guess.  there must be something.  I’ve received a number of pseudo-compliants about the amount of food-porn on the blog and I suppose that must be why I feel compelled to tease myself in return.  today’s culinary ecstasy/torture is brought to you courtesy of kelly, who took me and tina out to Local 121 in Providence to escape a dramatic rainstorm in the throes of a late-season oscar nomination attempt.