Came across Cafe Habana at 17 Prince Street in Nolita, crowded, busy, fun, cheap. Actually, for this neighborhood, very cheap. (visit Cafe Habana on your own or with Marisa Tours)
Have day-dreamed since my arrival in 1979 (on Halloween), drove cab 10 of those years, taught public school (they won), wrote for Village Voice, New York Times, New York Mag, Daily News, Metropolis, taught college, opened a small hotel. Have spent most of my life searching but never quite finding the perfect French fry,the perfect park bench, the perfect bookstore, and other parts of New York that fascinate, mesmerize, discombobulate, and have never been in a Ron Howeard movie. Love four-corner intersections, dirty-water hotdogs, Chinese take-out ice tea, and showing people streets and buildings they have never seen.
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