Happiness is this: Finding yourself suddenly in the early Spring chill of a New York evening, via Long Beach via downtown L.A. via a warm bed in Pasadena that you didn't want to leave (and certainly not at that ungodly early hour, the sun only just scratching the sleep from its eyes); missing the sunset entirely because you were snoozing stiff (and certainly snoring) in the middle seat on a five hour flight -- the kid to your right completely clueless as to the etiquette of the elbow (dude: you had the aisle. that armrest should have been mine.) and knowing that all you had to do on arriving on this only semi-familiar block in midtown is walk to the end of the street with your eyes wide open and you'd find it: the perfect place for dinner. And even though it's nearly 10PM it's not even close to closing time.
Just polished off a majestic and nourishing avocado salad. Moving on to the best piece of hamachi I've had since
Santa Cruz some time back.
New York: I wasn't sure I wanted to see you today, but this I'll take, and be glad for it.
Meeting tomorrow. Then home late to a wide open weekend.
Posting by cameraphone from Midtown Manhattan.
Toyama Sushi
11 West 36 Street
New York, NY 10018
1 comment:
I honestly don't know how you do it. Majestic avocado salad or no, loving travel as much as I do, I couldn't do your schedule.
Safe home, friend.
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