at the Italian cafe downtown after running errands to catch the final minutes of the Champions League semifinal match. It’s never a bad time to treat yrself to a fancy bevvy
I had been wanting to go to this cafe in Greenwich Village for 6 months & I finally went for the first time a couple of weeks ago with a friend who visited. We drank champagne from a hydro flask on the train there and shared a tiramisu at 1 in the morning (it closes at 3) and it was perfect. New York feels the most fun when taking advantage of things being open so late.
Nothing makes me feel more like a coastal elite than eating at a chain restaurant that‘s only other locations are in Rome, Florence, and Milan.
The last time I was there I came in sopping wet from a torrential rainstorm that accosted me on the way back from a screening of L’Atlante at the Anthology Film Archives.
The other patrons stared at me like I was a sad wet dog that sullied up their white shag rug at their Hamptons beach house.
Due to the quasi-European “cute“/claustrophobic design of the restaurant, the kind that only sufficiently thin (and dry) people can efficiently navigate through, I found myself literally dripping on the people dining below me while making my way to my seat.
During the meal a woman from LA repeatedly insisted that my friend and I had British accents after overhearing our conversation (we don’t).
The food was delicious, as always.
Get a haircut, get rid of some clothes you haven’t worn in years, get a new houseplant, get in touch with the changing season, get grounded, get stoned, get in touch with some old friends, get some ice cream, get going
Friends you met out in the neighborhood at a bar or park or cafe or wherever a couple times and struck up a rapport with.
You don’t have eachother’s phone numbers, no social media info.
I have a couple friends like this and it’s been such a nice social change up. Always a pleasant surprise to bump into them out and about.