The calm before the storm

I had a rather lazy day today, relaxing a bit before beginning my internship on Monday.  This morning Grace and I went to Dunkin' Donuts for brunch (classy, huh?).  Apparently Dunkin' Donuts is the only place open on the weekend where we can use our meal plan.  And apparently everyone on campus knows this as it was packed earlier today.  And the employees were yelling at us.  Yes, I now understand what people are talking about when they say New Yorkers are rude.  It seems that all of the employees here are completely uninterested in the customer.  This does not inspire much confidence when it comes to exploring new places around the city.

But I digress...  Grace and I took our mediocre, so-not-worth-the-amount-of-money-we-paid brunch and to Union Square to chat and people watch.  We were there long enough that it came time for lunch so we headed up to Pret A Manger for a tasty sandwich.  So, I kinda love Pret.  They are all over London and when I found out that I got this internship, one of my first thoughts was that I would be able to go to Pret again - they are only in big cities.  It's just a sandwich shop, but I love it.  Maybe it's that I can just go up, grab a tasty sandwich, and get out without feeling judged or pressured to get something fancy.  Who knows?  All I know is that it is delicious.  After that, we strolled through the Union Square Greenmarket and then sat to ponder the facade of a building just south of Union Square:

 

Upon further investigation, I found that it is an art piece called Metronome.  Now you know.

For dinner, Genevieve and I opted to wander around St. Mark's for a tasty looking place.  While stopping to check out the menu for this one Thai restaurant, a guy on the street came up from behind to inform us that their Thai food was terrible.  We said that we kinda wanted Indian, did he know of a good place?  "Well, all the Indian restaurants are on 6th, as you know, being from around here" and proceeded to give me a look which turned into a bit of a mini staring contest of wills.  Yes, sir, clearly I am not a New Yorker with my boot-cut (read: not skinny) jeans, t-shirt, cardigan, and sneakers, you do not need to be a jerk about pointing out this fact.  Again, a reinforcement of the rude New Yorker stereotype.  But, as much as I hate to admit it, he did in fact recommend a good Indian restaurant, Spice Cove.  My dish was tasty but too spicy for my liking - however, I was very proud of myself that I was able to eat almost the whole thing.

Today's mileage: 2.27 mi