I saw some of Bob Dylan's paintings.
Fish and chips and Throwing Fits lads and London readers.
Hi everyone.
Today’s letter includes: a West Village restaurant’s WiFi router might’ve broke the news that they’re expanding, Bob Dylan’s paintings are on display, how to buy a cake from New York’s most-wanted baker this weekend, and
deserves an Oscar.Feed Me isn’t perfect, but my readers are. Last night, I invited 40 subscribers to The Hero in London for drinks. I am so, so happy you all made the journey and hung out. I was hungover this morning, but it’s amazing what a mini bar Diet Coke can do.
I met
(read ) at her favorite pub beforehand for fish and chips. (read ) came after the Truth Tellers Summit. (read ) came and we all agreed there should be a Romance category on Substack. When walked in, (read ) told me she had just read Juliana’s essay on Byline (read Byline) that morning. Zara Meerza who writes brought Charlie Baker, who published (just subscribed, let’s see what this is all about). Even David Rhodes, the head of Sky News, made it for a martini. Two women who came told me they became friends from the Feed Me comment section earlier this year. I want to write more about how last night felt, but I’m finding it a little hard to distill right now.My dad asked me to go see Bob Dylan’s paintings (I know) at Halcyon Gallery. The show opens tomorrow, so I couldn’t see the whole thing, but I got to look inside and see the handlers finishing up the setup. How cool that he has been painting these rooms and people over the last few years.
You know what I’m going to do tomorrow? Ask my hotel to print out some PDF’s of the tabs I’ve had opened so I can read them on the plane. That list includes: