Here was a day I assumed I was going to get VIP to an event. I just assumed I would. I’ve been getting VIP all summer. Although I didn’t get it this time. I was dumbfounded and acted like a little brat. I figured I was entitled to VIP.
So I went nearby to said event in Midtown to contemplate if I should even go. I decided on this Japanese restaurant, Iroha. I got some sake. I ordered the Seabass Miso Yuan. It was recommended on the menu. Really tasty even though on the small side. Also got a skewer of grilled garlic and shishitou peppers. Good. Then ordered another sake and California Roll while I decided if I want to go.
I said fuck it and manned up. Why am I so entitled to VIP? Who am I? I’m just like everyone else. So I walked over to Roseland Ballroom and there was a line going around the whole block almost full circle. I went home.
Iroha – 152 W 49th St (btwn 7th & 6th Ave) New York, NY 10019