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OK, I'm feeling sentimental, because friends of mine got married yesterday, and it was the best wedding evar. They got married on the upper deck of the 5:00 pm Staten Island ferry, with the Statue of Liberty sailing by on the left, and the beautiful, wounded, still-incomparable skyline of lower Manhattan rising behind them into the sunlight. Pigeons and seagulls hanging in the bright air. Commuters eating hot dogs.
About halfway through the ceremony, everyone got a bit carried away and started singing "Sweet Caroline" to the accordion & a maritime cop demanded to see the permit. But it was all good, because they had a permit, and no one got arrested, and the vows were hilarious. And then about 100 of us walked en masse from the ferry terminal up to La Loisaida for dinner, pausing for cocktails on Orchard St.
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This is the second time in a week that I've been in my old stomping grounds on the Lower East Side. It's changed so much. Back in the day, you would not have found this place down there. I have to admit that even though the idea of $5 rice pudding with a name like Surrender to Mango makes me want to run screaming to the nearest grungy bodega to eat morcilla and greasy empanadas, the joint is about as cool designwise as you could want.
And the rice pudding is pretty good, if a bit overproduced.
Here's what I sent my friends for their wedding. Like the two lines at the top of this post, it's a quote from my hero Sir Thomas Browne. This bit is from a letter to his son, who was studying alchemy at the Habsburg court:
Persian Gold I wish for you,
And the finest Alexandrian and Imperial Gold I wish you too.
But look beyond the image to the inside of the metal,
Nor let your treasure-chest be richer than your mind.
OK, I'm feeling sentimental, because friends of mine got married yesterday, and it was the best wedding evar. They got married on the upper deck of the 5:00 pm Staten Island ferry, with the Statue of Liberty sailing by on the left, and the beautiful, wounded, still-incomparable skyline of lower Manhattan rising behind them into the sunlight. Pigeons and seagulls hanging in the bright air. Commuters eating hot dogs.
About halfway through the ceremony, everyone got a bit carried away and started singing "Sweet Caroline" to the accordion & a maritime cop demanded to see the permit. But it was all good, because they had a permit, and no one got arrested, and the vows were hilarious. And then about 100 of us walked en masse from the ferry terminal up to La Loisaida for dinner, pausing for cocktails on Orchard St.
* * *
This is the second time in a week that I've been in my old stomping grounds on the Lower East Side. It's changed so much. Back in the day, you would not have found this place down there. I have to admit that even though the idea of $5 rice pudding with a name like Surrender to Mango makes me want to run screaming to the nearest grungy bodega to eat morcilla and greasy empanadas, the joint is about as cool designwise as you could want.
And the rice pudding is pretty good, if a bit overproduced.
Here's what I sent my friends for their wedding. Like the two lines at the top of this post, it's a quote from my hero Sir Thomas Browne. This bit is from a letter to his son, who was studying alchemy at the Habsburg court:
Persian Gold I wish for you,
And the finest Alexandrian and Imperial Gold I wish you too.
But look beyond the image to the inside of the metal,
Nor let your treasure-chest be richer than your mind.
