Oryoki: ”Just right”
(@ 24th St. & 6th Ave.)
. . . and NJ will never be the same again! A delicious brunch and a short walk in 95-degree weather: but at least we were out of the city. Basking Ridge was like a ghost town (everyone was at the shore?) Here we are, in all our glory:
Again, Madison Square Park at its finest. I’m sitting at a small cafe table doing pretty much nothing. It doesn’t get better than this!
|“To make a prairie it takes
a clover and one bee,
one clover and a bee,
The revery alone will do
if bees are few.”
— Emily Dickenson
It was a small, last-minute dinner at El Kallejon (209 East 117, if you want to sample some really, really tasty Mexican seafood/vegan/whatever!)
I was walking down 22nd St., through a few blocks of gorgeous brownstones, when I passed The Colonial Inn and saw a young Hispanic man coming down the stairs to the street. The building has a gorgeous facade and was the original HQ of the Gay Men’s Health Crisis anti-AIDS campaign.
I asked him if it was as nice inside as out, and he gave me a tour. Five (!) long, steep flights of stairs later, we came out on the roof garden:
Then I realized he’d said, “Clothing optional,” and he was immediately naked (after all, it’s a gay B&B). “Does this bother you?” he asked. Having lived through the ’60s, I said “No.”
We talked for about 20 minutes—as if nudity in the middle of NYC was not odd—and then I reminded him that I was on a quest to find an open café (not easy on the 4th) with a nice view, Champagne and fruit. So I took my leave of him, probably just in time before he suggested something kinkier!
On 9th Ave. and 21st St. I found one of my favorite cafés was open, and I dined on a fruit crêpe and Champagne, as planned.
Happy 4th (belated) to you and yours, naked or otherwise!