Pink Pony is a very charming little cafe in the Lower East Side of New York. I can't not* love a place with bookshelves that rise up to tin ceilings with loads of old photos covering every available inch of wall space. Here are a few more photos. I originally referred to the one on the left as "an outtake". Sometimes I am too hard on the pictures, sometimes I am not discerning enough.
*"Can't not" is my new favourite phrase, in line with other once popular favourite phrases in my expansive verbal vocabulary including (but not limited to): "You're the peach", You're the king", "I just puked all over myself."