Park Slope Promenade

I've just returned from Park Slope. Lynda took me out to dinner to thank me for watching her cats this weekend. She's trained them well; they were well behaved. What makes it even easier is that she's taught them to use the toilet.

We ate at Nana's, a Japanese restaurant on 5th Avenue, which offers very fresh sushi and sashimi. After dinner we walked along the avenue, searching for dessert options. L pointed out the hipster bars, the expensive restaurants, and the incongruity of a Pink Pussycat Boutique opposite the local High School. When we reached the OTB store, she stopped and pointed to her old apartment. It's empty at the moment, because it's illegal. She had battled with the landlord over the space, withholding fourth months rent before leaving. The other floors also looked vacant. She told me that the tenants had held out as long as they could before leaving to avoid having to pay the back rent. If the building is brought to code while the tenant is still in the space, the landlord can sue for back rent. I said I should try to find a situation like that. L told me I could; she still has a set of keys to the place.

Walking back towards her apartment we returned to Nana's for dessert. The waitress was surprised to see us. I told L that I thought our waitress had a smile like Wallace from Wallace and Gromit. She told me my impersonation was closer to the real thing. As the sun set, the clouds looked as if they were stripped from a painting by Maxfield Parish. Near her home, L told me that was her favorite painter. Posted by eku at June 20, 2004 10:15 PM