walking around the friday after thanksgiving, i was ecstatic to stumble upon a pho place that had opened in greenwich village. i went twice last week to this place, bringing me back to the unemployed/glory days when i’d often sit alone at the counter of pho 14 clearing my mind over a huge bowl of noodle soup.
as if that weren’t enough, i continued walking up the street to find that an artichoke had opened on the same block!
this hood is looking up.
