So the East Village Idiot Dive Bar Crawl was a rousing success. We stuck to John’s schedule with near-military precision, and ended the run with a visit to Katz’s Deli, where I hadn’t been in ages. You can see the photos here. There are definitely a few spots I’d like to go back to and spend some more time — particularly Joe’s (pictured above), which served the nastiest-smelling pickled eggs I’d ever encountered, and Lucy’s, on Avenue A. Lucy, the older Polish woman who owns the place, seems like she’d be an interesting person to get to know.
Yesterday I had a festive Easter lunch at Lupa with the Italian side of the family, napped on the couch for a while, then headed out to do my first paid restaurant blurb at Arturo’s Pizza. Which was closed. Grrr. So, Youngna, Janelle, Christiona and I headed to Cubana Café, and it turns out I can write about that instead. Excellent. Now if only the rest of my life would go that smoothly.
And yes, I sneaked in a few trips to the gym, both before the dive bar crawl (and the pastrami sandwich I split with Romy at Katz’s) and before Easter lunch and Cuban dinner. Today, it’s back to my in-between-eating-out eating plan, which basically consists of various combinations of egg whites, salad, lean protein, fruits and veggies, and seltzer. Sigh. I’d rather have the pastrami.