Wandering around downtown reminds me of why I moved back to New York. At night, it always means a night out. Every bar and restaurant is brightly lit. People are out really living, where in Midtown, people are out either gawking or wishing they were out really living. Working in Midtown in winter, it is easy to forget this side of New York. Hidden on Sullivan Street between Houston and Prince is a tiny Italian restaurant with decent $10.00 meals and only five tiny tables – all squeezed together in this hole-in-the-wall place. A sign on the brick wall behind Sara reads:
A meal buys you a chair and
half a table for 15 minutes.
Enjoy!
–Benito.
The couple next to us consists of a short-haired woman in glasses, my guess, a village native, and a long-haired, completely disinterested man. She rambled on about exploring Oregon. He silently focused on his panino.
The problem with the window seat in Pepe Rosso is that it’s the kind of place where you actually want to stick around, watching the dog walkers and the delivery boys pull up with their been-through-it-all bikes. When you’re living and working in New York in winter, it is essential to find an escape in your favorite part of the city…and nowhere near midtown. Even in Manhattan it is alarmingly easy to feel claustrophobic. But after feeling it on Long Island, Boston, South Florida, Australia, and New York, I begin to wonder if maybe it isn’t the location after all.
A meal buys you a chair and
half a table for 15 minutes.
Enjoy!
–Benito.
The couple next to us consists of a short-haired woman in glasses, my guess, a village native, and a long-haired, completely disinterested man. She rambled on about exploring Oregon. He silently focused on his panino.
The problem with the window seat in Pepe Rosso is that it’s the kind of place where you actually want to stick around, watching the dog walkers and the delivery boys pull up with their been-through-it-all bikes. When you’re living and working in New York in winter, it is essential to find an escape in your favorite part of the city…and nowhere near midtown. Even in Manhattan it is alarmingly easy to feel claustrophobic. But after feeling it on Long Island, Boston, South Florida, Australia, and New York, I begin to wonder if maybe it isn’t the location after all.
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