C. and I were introduced to the Great Jones Cafe by a charming young man whom C. knew from McGill days. It was hidden away in an unremarkable corner with an unprepossessing exterior. Without our guide we would have probably walked on by. Inside it was hot and noisy and filled with tempting aromas of a kind of Tex-Mex variety. Sitting there felt like we were part of a genuine New York scene, filled with students and academics and hipsters and not a tourist in sight. I think we passed undetected.
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You raise up your head
And you ask,
"Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say,
"What's mine?"
And somebody else says,
"Where what is?"
And you say,
"Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you,
Mister Jones
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(B.Dylan)
I love the EAT shot especially... Great stuff!
ReplyDeleteSP: Gee, thanks. It kinda makes me all shy and pigeon-toed to be receiving praise for pix I post. My intent is to share some moments and sights that strike me in some unusual way in the daily scheme of things. Thanks for dropping by.
ReplyDeleteI keep thinking it's called the Grace Jones Café, which would be cool also.
ReplyDeleteGreat shots and story, but you're making me hungry!! Stop that!
ReplyDeleteDavid
No kidding, love the TexMex colors, and can smell the food (there you go again!)
David
C: Grace Jones would be a good name, too...but I think there could be legal difficulties there. I wonder if you'd still be able to get a side order of grits?
ReplyDeleteDavid: Mmmmm, Tex Mex! Yum. Step away from those nachos, man! (she says as she reaches for another chip with her glass of wine).