Photo by myself behind the scenes of Otafuku, in the East Village.
One of my favorite eateries in New York is a standing room only, and serves savory, made-to-order Japanese dishes. Here's a photo posted earlier showing the exterior.
As our vacation is winding down, I'm experiencing an odd sensation regarding Time.
At home days seem to whizz by. On Mondays especially, 2 pm arrives in an instant. By the end of the week, I'm frantic and frustrated that I hadn't gotten more done.
On vacation, time is slow and then fast. The travel is always a little scary. Driving the rental car, with or without street signs along dirt roads. The first day is usually very long. Then you get to know a location. You find a favorite place for breakfast place and coffee, where to buy water and snacks.
What would daily life be like if it felt the same as vacation time?
Related posts: On Japanese Food and Fish, Cold Noodles and Hot Shows and No Reservations.