Felicia likes to say you’re either on her bus, or not on her bus. So this past Saturday afternoon we were sitting in a rather dimly lit corner of Buvette in the West Village when she wanted to take photos of our (insanely delicious) food in natural light. She asked the waitress if we could switch to the open table beneath the window. When the waitress said no (it was being reserved — though we never saw anyone sit there in the two plus hours we were there) Felicia literally took matters into her hands. As each dish came out, she picked ’em up one by one, and brought it to the well-lit table to photograph in the light streaming through the window. People may have looked at her funny, but she didn’t care.

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