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We stuck whole chickens in a rooftop smoker and perfumed the whole neighborhood.

Surely you’ve noticed by now that we’re big fans of Instagram, so much in fact that we couldn’t stop photographing our food unless it was a life-threatening emergency. Despite groans from your dining companions when you forbid them from digging into their entrée before you snap it at just the perfect angle (sorry, we’ll get out of your lap in one sec), you persevere. If you tag your masterpiece with #FRavorites, we’re going to see it, ogle it, show it around the office and maybe, just maybe, post it to our feed. As you can clearly see above, a glistening smoked chicken hot off the Brooklyn rooftop grill (but we also accept towering ice cream cones, glistening sushi, steaming bowls of noodles and other “soft currency”).

Keep it up, friends. You’re doing great.