I have a confession to make yâ€™all: I sneak Mamma Biscuit into every damn eating establishment in this city and Iâ€™m proud of itâ€”there I said it! Itâ€™s not like itâ€™s so hard though, my little Biscuit gremlin is so compact that all I need to do is simply throw her into that nifty Lacoste travel bag of hers, wrap a scarf around her (or throw it on top of her head just to get from the front door to my table) and Iâ€™m able to enter any diner, restaurant or sushi joint in this city! Whatâ€™s even more accommodating is the fact that Mamma Biscuit is a very quiet dog! She rarely barks or shifts around in her bag. She just finds a cozy nook to rest her chin on and nods off like a heroin addict after a hit of the good shit! As long as I place the bag between my legs, under the table and out of sight of any food, sheâ€™s good to go!
Now my only real problem is ME actually! Iâ€™m always making little kissing noises while I look down at her, which in my opinion must look completely wacky to anyone passing by. I can only imagine what people are thinkingâ€”like Iâ€™m coming onto my crotch or something equally as awful! At any rate, here is Mamma Biscuit waiting patiently as Tommy and I enjoyed a vegan lunch at Blossom Du Jour on 9th Avenue in Chelsea! I just couldnâ€™t resist taking a photo to document just how unbearably cute she looked with my scarf wrapped around her entire head! Itâ€™s like her face is the center of a black, knitted abyss of coziness and warmth!