I want Pommes Frites.

The EX and I went and had dinner at Pastis last night. It was a typically packed night for the Meatpacking restaurant which meant it was full of Jersey trash, PR girls, and investment bankers. Because Pastis was on "Sex and the City," and because it's located in the seventh circle of hell (aka the Meatpacking District), every half-wit jackass eats at Pastis thinking that they're Carrie Bradshaw. Well, fat fucks, you aren't glam or sexy because you're at Pastis, you're just a fat fuck at Pastis.