Breakfast was a promising sandwich from Le Pain Quotidian. Alas for being dry, it was disappointing. Alack, for lacking the taste of the promised fig, it was dry.
Lunch, in the Penn District, was a treat from Takumi Taco. Japanese lentils on a taco. Its compact deliciousness saved the day.
Honestly, these photos don’t relate to my outing today. I mean, I did go by here, but my destination was Hutch and Waldo on E81st off 2nd.
That coffee bar is adjacent to a gelato emporium that is always crowded abs for good reason. But back to the subject at hand. I met my friend and colleague Mari (pronounced just as George M. Cohan would have it) for a small repast. The small doesn’t fit as food at H&W is of rather epic proportion.
I remembered not liking their Aussie coffee, so I ordered a kiddie smoothie. The strawberry -banana -milk was a perfect blend. The enormous breakfast bowl featured my favorite meat – bacon – in a tasty pile of bits. This was offset by a healthy (and hefty) offering of kale. Sidelinig all this yum was a stack of feta cubes and scrambled eggs.
If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
There was a time when I wanted to have a building in my name. It would be a simple plaque commemorative of me just outside the front door. Since mine are urban fantasies, the real estate bearing my name would be a midtown high-rise.
What’s something most people don’t understand?
These are perfectly literary names but don’t seem fitting for these jungle beasts.
A lion named Patience sits on 42nd Street guarding books. The other one en garde is called Fortitude.
I mention this fact because, as often as I’ve heard this, I never seem to remember it.
There was a time when the concept of creating a brand was foremost in my working life. That’s why I found the “re-branding” of the 34th Street District so exciting.
Labeled “The Penn District” by the Vornado Group, the area picks up on the vibrancy of the newly rebuilt Pennsylvania Station.
The name has style and pizzazz.
Remember when “For Rent” signs were replaced by a bank branch or just its ATMs all over town?
What happens to that real estate or, for that matter, the office spaces banks lease in prestigious buildings when those banks fail?
The fallout has a domino effect on the city we love.
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