New York City is still a very magical place, no matter how many corporate slugs try to gentrify the life out of it. No matter how many rich brats flood the sidewalks in their joyless attire. The Washington Square diner smack in the middle of the Village, a great example of stepping onto a movie set. Sitting with a friend, in an old worn booth, waited on by man servants, what could be any better?
But it does get better, its as if the city unravels around you when you meet it in the right space. Diner food. Crisp salted fries, too many to eat but you do your best. A burger made on a grill or a club, cool, just-rightly -sweetened coleslaw and tons of tiny pickles. A father and daughter sitting across having a life alterning conversation about wanting to stay in New York, when the parent clearly sees nothing redeemable about the place. There is nothing better than a lunch date in a New York City diner.
And the perfect accompaniment to a matinee with your Bestie. Time is concentrated with people you adore and you must work not to waste one moment. This is why we live here, all the good feels chocked full like chocolate chips in a fat cookie can be had. From taking the subway, to anxiously waiting at the meeting spot, to the slow build-up of light conversation to deep, creative ideas whilst walking through the busy streets but not alone, together, with a great buddy, someone you
want to hear from, a treasured friend, a New York City friend, the best kind.
And then a very unexpectedly insightful documentary about someone you should have heard about before but it was better viewing that you didn't.
These times, like savored bites of the best food, are reminders that this is not just any city we live in but a rich treasure trove of wonderment, an alter to the creative gods, a place to pay your respects and feed from its richness.
