Strange epihany - arriving back in New York held a revelation of homeliness and belonging. It was comforting sitting amongst the dodgey subway crowd of the E train from the airport, to push past tourists blocking the turnstyles, and then to follow with intuition the path to the street corner where you live. It is true that this city holds a strange and silent magnetism. I haven’t been here long enough to name it but it is very real.

Dang the red curry I am eatting in some purple restaurant in Chelsea is fine. Man I miss nice Thai food, hot - spicy - exotic - gets the mind working overtime. Haven’t a clue what this place is called - but the boi assures me that Thai Red Bull (plus vodka - just for good measure - its Saturday afternoon people and I’m sitting here alone so completely justifiable) is much stronger than the German variety that gives you Vvings. I must confess my head is really spinning right now - the caffeine hit was intense - dang that means I will start talking indiscriminately now.

Hope that doesn’t get me into too much trouble this afternoon. (Ok - I have just seen the bill - the place is called Room Service - 166 8th Ave - nice curry - nice red bull).

Categories: Food, Travel