After a day spent with friends lounging on the futon and getting up to no good, it is decided that dinner should be ordered in. From the Italian place across the street.
Two hours later? We still don't have our food b/c they sent the guy like 30 blocks away due to an error in the address? Why would they even deliver to Chelsea you ask? WHO KNOWS. Moral of the story. Get off my butt and go pick it up.
OOPS.
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Mmmm. Italian.
Ever been to Coppola's on the Upper West Side? Best linguini and clams ever.
I've been to the one in Murray Hill. I'll have to check it out :) and not via delivery!
I wonder if they are by the same people.
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