It was in Greenwich Village, on Hudson Street. It was a small, intimate restaurant, almost a square in shape, with a tiny bar in back and square tables that seated two, four and six people. It served Italian food. It wasn’t expensive, and the food was good, and this attracted a lot of the people in the neighborhood, including me. I lived on Abingdon Square, across the street. It was an affordable place to meet someone for lunch or dinner, and that was always a good find, since many of my friends were trying to be writers, painters or musicians and never had much money. I don’t remember the name of the place. This takes place in 1981 or 1982. The exact date doesn’t matter. I do know that it was a warm spring day, and I was there for lunch with a friend who lived in the same pre-war apartment building as I did.
The pussycat in the restaurant
The pussycat in the restaurant
The pussycat in the restaurant
It was in Greenwich Village, on Hudson Street. It was a small, intimate restaurant, almost a square in shape, with a tiny bar in back and square tables that seated two, four and six people. It served Italian food. It wasn’t expensive, and the food was good, and this attracted a lot of the people in the neighborhood, including me. I lived on Abingdon Square, across the street. It was an affordable place to meet someone for lunch or dinner, and that was always a good find, since many of my friends were trying to be writers, painters or musicians and never had much money. I don’t remember the name of the place. This takes place in 1981 or 1982. The exact date doesn’t matter. I do know that it was a warm spring day, and I was there for lunch with a friend who lived in the same pre-war apartment building as I did.