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I love this!! Never mind that inner courtyard diners just on the other side of the stain glass window could hear every drop if they cared to listen. Note the stacking of the toilet paper and the vase of tight flower buds in the jelly jar. Didn't even care that the sink was so old the stains will never come out. This is my kind of New York find. Looked like a tiny coffee bar from the street, but as one wound down the woodlined walls past the tiny open kitchen, there were four tables inside and a surprise covered inner courtyard with 8 tables. The breakfast was fab as well.
I am becoming a bit obsessed with how extra rolls of toilet paper are stacked. This seems practical, yet elegant given the marble shelf and the Italian tiles. This is my brother's go to restaurant before the theater. Dinner was fine, but the lemon ice, served in a frozen lemon rind, was awesome.
This could be a contemporary art work don't you think? It could also be a new fangled eye test. Nope. Just the restrooms sign in the basement of the museum. When I was there, a mother of two young children who insisted on being in separate stalls, managed to remain even tempered as she encouraged each one to be patient as they each clammered for her attention. Their business was accomplished without any diasters. I was amazed.
Guess I got too rushed by the person waiting for the restroom when I took this photo. Too bad because this was a fantastic bathroom in a special apartment in the El Dorado, one of those high security apartment buildings, this one on the upper west side. There was nothing fuzzy about the presentation I heard by Paul Farmer foundr of Partners in Health. An amazing man and an amazing organization that is truly saving and changing lives in many of the poorest countries.
First time at this west side trendy neighborhood restaurant. Good food, calm and quiet setting. Think you get the idea from the restroom where the hand towels had the name printed on them and a creamy trough sink. Nice look.
You know how sometimes you get rushed into leaving a party by the people who are giving uyou a ride home and only when you reach the car do you realize you need to pee? Well that's what happened to me this night and we had at least a 2 hour drive back to CT, so I asked the doorman if there was a restroom in the lobby- they have to go somewhere right? So here it is. Much better than the one in my building. Guess Fifth Avenue overlooking the reservoir vs. lower Park Avenue buildings have more differences than one could imagine.
This was a trashed restroom. Almost as much of a crime scene as the photos by Weegee that I came to see. What a strange guy he was. Another mind I would not want to enter to delight in taking pictures of violent deaths and both the voyerism and despair that they can bring.
The curtain ws due to go up at 7:30, so was kind of on the run for this one. Actually there is no curtain at this little theater in the west village. It is in the round. Does great plays and Tribes was no exception. Deep and difficult on the topic of deafness. However, there is always the joyous consumption of a delicious gelatto at the shop next door. I had terra misu, but wished I had gone for the mango that my friend let me taste. Yummy.
On the other side of this charming door is the restaurant... no hall, no divider..straight into the tables of which there are only about 8. A bit disconcerting to be so close. My friend had raved about the place. It was good, but not worth the trek.
I believe they are going for a weathered Greek look here. The non-descript exterior and rather plain interior of this restaurant belies the authenticity of the food. This ws simply some of the best and freshest Greek food I have ever had. Glad it is on 29th and 8th, so not too far from my apartment. I will be back.