As of 2010, the internet does not come complete with smell-a-vision and I was smacked down by a singing waiter when I tried to take a video, but just try and imagine the rush of stepping into Marie's Crisis - the olfactory punch of whiskey and beer, the jangling notes of the piano, the rapturous
Dinner with Diego at Caracas Arepa Bar in the East Village. Four arepas - the Playera (white fish with onions, peppers, and herbs), the Guasacaca (guacamole with paisa cheese), the De Pabellón (beef, black beans, white salty cheese and plantains), and the Los Muchachos (chorizo, spicy white cheese, jalapeños and peppers). Pacifico beer for him,
Sean and I are having lunch in Little Tokyo on St. Mark's before our yoga class. Little Tokyo wasn't Little Tokyo when I moved to Japan. There were a couple of sushi places, a JAS Mart, and the now-famous Kenka Ya; one of New York City's first izakayas. I visited Kenka Ya once with Erma.
It's been almost 10 days since I last blogged. Probably about time I came up for air. I've been in the thick of it, you see. I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but a large part of the reason I wanted to be home in New York this summer was to help