The Real Winter Weather
It was freezing last week! It was the coldest it's been since I moved out here. Last Friday after work I met the Boy and his friend at the Wasabi Lobby in the Upper East Side. I didn't know I was going out to dinner until I got back to the apartment, and the Boy called me and told me to meet him at the restaurant. It was a short walk from the apartment, but between the apartment and the restaurant, my ears froze over to the point where I couldn't feel my hands tucking my hair behind my ears. The sushi there was a fusion creation and tasted pretty good if you were in the mood to eat something pretty, but not authentically Japanese. I was satisfied, as I felt the beginnings of a nasty cold brewing and was really not in the mood for some serious raw stuff.
It warmed up a bit on Saturday when I headed down to Chinatown to have dimsum with my friend and her visiting family. I took the 4,5 express train and got off at the Brooklyn Bridge-City Hall exit which was supposed to be a short walk over to East Broadway. I couldn't find my way out of the city hall square/circle area and ended up walking about aimlessly until I found a security guard's booth and asked for directions. Initially, the security guard scolded me for not wearing a warm hat or beanie, but cut the lecture short after he noticed that my jacket had a furry hood on it. He then gave me very clear, easy directions before yelling at me to put my hood on. I thought it was very nice and grandfatherly of him to care, so I smiled and put my hood up as I walked away, but tossed it off the second I was out of the security guard's sight. The hood on that jacket makes me look and feel like a South Park character.
The dimsum place, DimSum Go Go, was surprisingly good. It wasn't a typical dimsum house (no carts being circled around by pissed off Chinese ladies) and had a lot of different, creative, delicious dumplings. I met my friend's sister, brother in law and their two adorable munchkins for the first time, and then later, her parents when they finally managed to make it into the city after their train got delayed. So, dimsum was pretty good.
I spent the rest of the weekend lounging around in my warm apartment, watching Wedding Crashers and cooking a nice dinner with the Boy.
It warmed up a bit on Saturday when I headed down to Chinatown to have dimsum with my friend and her visiting family. I took the 4,5 express train and got off at the Brooklyn Bridge-City Hall exit which was supposed to be a short walk over to East Broadway. I couldn't find my way out of the city hall square/circle area and ended up walking about aimlessly until I found a security guard's booth and asked for directions. Initially, the security guard scolded me for not wearing a warm hat or beanie, but cut the lecture short after he noticed that my jacket had a furry hood on it. He then gave me very clear, easy directions before yelling at me to put my hood on. I thought it was very nice and grandfatherly of him to care, so I smiled and put my hood up as I walked away, but tossed it off the second I was out of the security guard's sight. The hood on that jacket makes me look and feel like a South Park character.
The dimsum place, DimSum Go Go, was surprisingly good. It wasn't a typical dimsum house (no carts being circled around by pissed off Chinese ladies) and had a lot of different, creative, delicious dumplings. I met my friend's sister, brother in law and their two adorable munchkins for the first time, and then later, her parents when they finally managed to make it into the city after their train got delayed. So, dimsum was pretty good.
I spent the rest of the weekend lounging around in my warm apartment, watching Wedding Crashers and cooking a nice dinner with the Boy.
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