Agnes at the bar.
Agnes with fried chicken.
Agnes with less fried chicken.
I met up with Agnes, my CouchSurfer from September and adventurous tourist, for a drink. She wanted to try something divey. I wanted to try something new. We met at Glorietta Baldy in Prospect Heights. We had a few rounds, then became hungry. We walked – somewhat foolishly in the cold – to Peaches HotHouse for a fried chicken dinner.
She's heading back to Budapest on December 10th. Chances are, with my trip to Pittsburgh next week, I won't see her again in New York before she goes. Hopefully we'll meet up again, in Europe, some day in the future.