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The Return from Down East

I made it back from Maine -- my brother successfully graduated from college, I survived my final college party (co-llege!), and I managed to have lobster in one form or another four times in three days. What more can you ask for? The full report, I suppose. Tune in later in the week for the grand rundown plus plenty of pictures. Congrats, Bill!

Yet Another Victim of the Anti-Carb Phenomenon

Photograph and scan by Paul J. GansA Landmark Bakery Closes in the Village. I gasped audibly (and then had to reassure my co-worker that nothing was wrong with the website) when I read about the closing of Zito's Bread Bakery. Many a fantastic whole wheat loaf was purchased there during my 10 year stint in the neighborhood -- for fondue, for garlic bread, or just for plain old eating. Farewell, old friend.

My Love Life (or Lack Thereof) for Your Entertainment -- An Update

Earlier this week, I impulsively signed up for the NY Post's Dating Game. Why? Not sure, really. At the time, my thought process was more like, "why the hell not?" I was scheduled to go in for my headshot today, but have since thought of several reasons not to go. As my dad said, it seems a little too public (and as my mom said, "oy"). I told some work colleagues about it and got a similar reaction -- I am well-known in my professional community, and people know what I look like, so they would recognize me if they saw me in the paper, and would get a chance to read about my personal life. I seriously doubt that participating in the column would do much for my dating life except increase the possibility of a free dinner, and I don't think it would bolster my professional image in any way, shape, or form. I have only told a few professional colleagues about this blog, and, in keeping with my general guidelines on subject matter of my blog, I have never written anything in it that I wouldn't be relatively comfortable telling them about in person. Not so with a review of a date, half of which would have been beyond my control to edit. And finally, the gentleman from the Post who called to schedule my headshot was the co-author of the article about what to wear on a date which I recently characterized as "useless drivel." Not a good sign. So -- I have decided to bail.

In other news, I'm off to Maine for my baby brother's college graduation. He's the last of the three of us to finish up, and he'll be joining me in NYC for at least a few years, which will be a great addition to the mix. This is, of course, assuming I'm still around . . .

Have a great weekend!

A Taste of Tribeca

My dad was visiting this weekend, and the majority of our plans centered around food. Not all, but certainly most of our day and a half together was focused on where we were going to eat, and when. Luckily for us, his visit coincided with Taste of Tribeca, an all-day food festival featuring a variety of Tribeca's finest eating establishments. For a small fee, we were able to sample the wares of six different restaurants. My favorites of the day were:

the pulled pork sandwich, from Walker's,

the ribs from Odeon,

and a colorful sushi plate from a sushi place, the name of which I can't recall. 112_1222

Hmm. Anyway, Taste of the Village is coming up on June 17th -- you know I'll be there.

Dad and I were joined at the food fest by some friends from Maine who were in town visiting their son and his partner. Coincidentally, the younger two had recently moved to NYC from San Francisco, and were giving me all kinds of comparisons between the two cities, and the pros and cons of each. Very helpful, given my current wanderlust. After stuffing ourselves silly in the heat, we cooled off in the atrium of the Tribeca Grand, and then wandered through SoHo, stopping in various shops along the way. We stopped in the funky new Apple store, where Danny and I fielded various technology questions about iPods. Despite some confusion about how they work, the older generation seems quite keen on buying iPods at some point.

After a rest and a shower, we were off to eat again. This time, to Otto, for some light antipasti and vino before dad had to fly back to Maine. Thanks for everything Dad, and thanks to Phyllis, Bernie, Danny and David for a fun day in NYC.

Wanderlust, Part 2

I have to thank everyone for their input on last week's post. I promised to fill you in on my thoughts on the matter, so here they are. First of all, I have lived in three places (basically): Washington D.C., but never as an adult; Boston, mostly for college, but for a few years afterwards; and New York, both in the city and in a nearby suburb. Every time I have moved to a new city, it was for school -- first college, then law school. I haven't really considered just up and moving somewhere new without the safety net of school to back me up.

So where would I go, and why? My Dad lives in Portland, Maine, which I would like if it were a tad warmer. Basically, the only other place I have ever considered living is -- you guessed it -- San Francisco. I've visited a few times and it felt comfortable, interesting, and has many of the things I'm looking for. It's a great walking city, which is crucial for me. I have two friends moving there this summer, so I can visit them along with the other friends I already have there. I was surprised to hear Austin suggested, but I have another friend moving there -- I definitely plan on visiting, particularly to see some great live music. I have to say, however, that I'm not a huge fan of the South, generally. I know Austin has a different vibe, but it's still in Texas. I also really love the ocean, and can't really imagine not living on a coast.

When I imagine my future, I see an urban setting. No suburbs for me, thank you very much. I see myself in a place where I can walk around to my neighborhood stores, have a small garden, have friends and family over for dinner or a barbecue. I want to be able to partake in the arts and entertainment community, go to funky restaurants, stroll through Chinatown. Even farther into the future, I want to be an urban mom -- just strap the kid in a backpack and take him/her to the farmers' market, the museum, the park, and what have you.

So much of this is dependent on my career -- it took me a few years in the wrong direction to find the right career path after law school. Now that I've found it, I'm not really ready to stray. I'd have to be able to move while staying on the right path. That could mean only moving for 3-6 months just for a change of pace while I look for something back in NYC, but it's very unlikely that I'd do anything to jeopardize the track I've set myself on. Plus, the thought of uprooting my life and moving across the country is somewhat terrifying -- not a decision I'd make lightly. So -- we'll see where this crazy journey called life takes me in the next few months. One day at a time.

Mean Girls*

Not sure why I'm obsessed with Bridget Harrison's columns lately, but her column this week is sort of a counterpoint to her prior two articles. This week, she attempts to get the male New Yorker's perspective, and concludes that they think that "girls are mean."

Mean?! Mean, my ass. The guys she interviews come forth with brilliant insight about New York women: "Women here can be so mean," said one friend. "Nothing is ever good enough, they expect you to pay for everything." Yeah. That's me, alright. "Girls who are easygoing and even occasionally pick up a tab are like a breath of fresh air." Are there really women out there who never pay? You all know how I feel about that. The article portrays New York women as gold-digging, wedding-hungry, nitpicky bitches. And if that describes me, which I hardly think it does, then I'm definitely in the wrong city. Most women I know don't fit that description, either, which is a testament to the interesting, smart, attractive, amazing women with whom I surround myself. We are the true women of New York City. Come and find us if you want a change of pace.


[* You know, like the movie. I really want to see this, by the way. It's supposed to be like an updated Heathers.]