I know people may be sick of blizzard talk by now, but here is my little story from Sunday. My friend Bryan and I had good intentions of taking photos all around, but our plans might have been a bit ambitious. The wind was especially killer, the light died quickly, and we got hungry. We struggled with the storm, took a few pictures (see his photo of me here) but when I felt my limbs were about to fall off, we sought warmth and food. The financial district is already a ghost town on the weekends, but it was obviously even quieter that day.
We eventually found ourselves at Ulysses Folk House (always a good go-to down in these parts) thawing with beer, nachos, fries, and steak sandwiches. The place soon filled up a bit more with other shelter seekers. Not such a bad way to deal with the storm, after all!
Cozy and quaint, ain't it? Lemme tell you, it doesn't look this way during weeknight happy hours!