Not wanting to break the red-eye recovery ritual, we started out the afternoon back at the ol' italian pastry shop. There's nothing like a fine canolli and a cap to shake your brain out of a sleepless fog.
Later we chowed down on some high-end grocery take out atop my companion, B's eagle's nest balcony. Million dollar view right off the rim.
Took an evening stroll to scout out Mick Jagger's former crash pad, right here in the hood.
Then back to the eagle's nest to sample our second creamy treat - the Beard Papa's cream puff!
