I walked home from work today to the most beautifully strange light in Union Square. The dark clouds held it all in and the glass reflection off of a 14th street building only added to the effect.
There’s a very interesting art installation going on in the park too. The two guys in the background are sitting on stones labeled The Guilty, The Guiltier, The Guiltiest. Makes you wonder what he was talking about on the phone.
Then I turned the corner and NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Are you kiddin me, man? They’re putting in a TGI Fridays? What crack in the culinary universe allowed this establishment to slip in? Just one more reason to head down to the village to feel “local” again. But next time I’m in the mood for some Prime Rib Stroganoff I know right where I’ll go.