Boucarou and a baby
Sunday, April 13th, 2008NYC has everything. One minute you’re in a comfy apartment in Park Slope snuggled up with a friend’s 8-day-old daughter, drunk on her new baby smell, monopolizing all her time; the next minute, you’re popping champagne in celebration of a good girlfriend’s forty-something birthday at Boucarou, a restaurant/lounge where West Africa meets the East […]

