TO DO IN NEW YORK: PEANUT BUTTER & CO.

here is something so very distinctly new york city: there is a place near nyu where one can purchase--for six dollars and fifty cents mind you!--a peanut butter and marshmallow fluff sandwich. it comes to you on a blue plate with a couple of carrot sticks. 

fancy!

truly, it is completely and totally worth the price. they should charge double! 

(please adjust your sarcasm radar)

it all happened because we had gone to the village for a falafelwaffle. this being the first falafelwaffle in an awful lawful long time. (forgive me.) 

after our falafel, and as we stood there at the waffle shop, mouths agape at the boarded up, depressed-looking, closed-forever waffle shop (nooooo!), the holbs said to me, "want a fluffer nutter instad?" upon which time the wife (that's me) said, "um, yes i want a fluffer nutter." 

and now you know how that happened.

sometimes this city is so strange. two perfectly rational adults agreeing to spend six dollars and fifty cents on a peanut butter and marshmallow fluff sandwich and not one of us had the sense to say--"but wait a minute here." 

UNADVISABLE SIDE STORY: when we lived in brooklyn there was this mexican restaurant on our street we wanted to try, and so one day, having just returned from thanksgiving weekend in california, we decided to go. we walked there, only it wasn't there! we figured we must have passed it. so we walked back, then walked there again. still not there! so then we walked up and down the street twice more, and then all the way up to the promenade, and we still couldn't find it, and just when we'd started to wonder whether we'd both simultaneously lost our minds, we realized--hey wait, how long has this mattress store been here? is it possible this mattress store was a mexican restaurant three days ago? 

the cliffhanger spoiler is: yes. 

and now you know that story.

this was our view as we left and you know what?

sometimes you get what you pay for.