Pillsbury for billionaires.

+ Rolexes on campus, and a notes app apology from a Feed Me columnist.

Good morning everyone. This weekend I supported New York City’s pastry chefs. On Friday night, I sat at the bar at Una Pizza and ended dinner with their cremolata, an ice cream made with “upstate milk and cream,” almonds roasted every morning, and candied orange peel from Sicily. Before going home to Brooklyn, we stopped by Gem Wine for their closing night. It felt like the end of a play when the whole cast of the show comes out — friends from so many corners of the city were packed into Flynn McGarry’s special space avoiding the rain, and savoring the last few hours of the Forsyth St. restaurant’s 8-year run.

On Saturday I got lunch at Roman’s and got surprisingly day tipsy on sparkling wine and ginger panna cotta with sour cherries. Yesterday, I tried two ice cream sandwiches (cotton candy and salty caramel) at Heap’s in Park Slope. How was your weekend sugar intake?

Today’s letter includes:

J Lee

’s latest Expense Account column, the downtown 5-star hotel that might be looking for a new owner, Marlow and Sons is closing, Barron’s Rolex, and the most popular birthday party of the weekend according to my Instagram Feed.

But first, we have a notes app apology from Feed Me’s Anonymous Transit Expert who we haven’t had an entry from since the Zohran fundraiser.

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Pillsbury for Billionaires.

Expense Account is a series on Feed Me, written by semi-anonymous restaurant critic JLee. In this column, you’ll be reading about Business Guy Restaurants — the bistros, sushi spots and lounges that are best rationalized with the involvement of a corporate card. You can read his review of Chez Fifi and New York’s France problem here.

Where do you go on a Saturday night, when you haven't made a reservation? AND you're in (west) Soho? AND you want to go to a nice-ish place? AND you don't want to wait in line? AND you’re an idiot (or a dreamer) and tried walking into Raoul’s at eight o’clock thinking you might get a seat and a plate of tartare? AND you got a seat in the upstairs area of Raoul’s, it’s cute up there? AND so you had one martini? AND you kind of feel like you’re in purgatory? AND you can’t wait another hour hoping someone might cancel their reservation? AND you want a real dinner? AND you want a bit more than just a burger or pizza? AND you don’t want to eat at a weird fauxmokase? AND you want to sit in a booth? AND you wouldn't be caught dead at The Dutch? AND you want to be in a ridiculously (for Manhattan) large room? AND you want the room to be full of one hundred million dollars of very colorful and eclectic blue chip art? AND you want the bar to have no visible bottles of liquor, for whatever reason they’re all hidden? AND instead you want the bar to feature a very large psychedelic mushroom installation? AND you have ADD? AND you’re looking to get over-stimulated tonight? AND you’re thirteen years old? AND you have your parents’ American Express? AND you’ve been getting very good grades? AND you like an eclectic wine list? AND sometimes you try to support American winemakers, but deep down you know you’ll always prefer old world wines? AND maybe you might have a glass of sake if you’re feeling funky? AND you love starting your meal with a cocktail with an incredibly stupid name (eg. Art Basel)? AND your favorite movie is The Silver Linings Playbook? AND your sun sign is Charlotte, but your rising is Samantha? AND it’s girls night? AND you’re sophisticated? AND you’d like to appear that way at least? AND your friend Maddie is coming but she's a bitch and you hate her? AND you want the bathroom to be really far away from your table? AND downstairs? AND unisex? AND kind of confusing, so that when Maddie gets up to use the bathroom you can talk shit about her behind her back? AND when she gets back to the table you’re all laughing? AND then she asks what you guys are all laughing about? AND you say “Nothing Maddie!”? AND then Maddie starts to cry. She knows. Whatever.

There’s really only one answer to that question: Manulea.