greeeeeeeeeeeenwich village,

Everytime I'm walking through Washington Square, I find myself easy amused. Generally, it has to do with marijuana. Either I will see someone smoking pot, selling pot, or trying to sell me pot (which I decline). Mostly, it's because the Square is the epicenter of New York University, but it still is amusing. A police officer said it best, "sir, these tables are for playing chess, not smoking pot." Mostly though, it's nothing of the 1960s. Most of the coffeeshops have been replaced with bars filled with college kids and fake ID's. Where you need to be is either the East Village or Brooklyn. Comparatively, Brooklyn and Minneapolis are very similar. I could never live in Manhattan, though I might survive in Brooklyn if I were to ever live here.

I'm told to "eat my vegetables." There is this vegan shop in the East Village with absolutely incredible "all you can eat" meals for three dollars. It's run through a small collective of Hare Krishna monks who don't like to hurt small (or large) furry creatures. The best meals I eat all week. Monday's, if you have the right connections, it's free.