The twin imperatives of architecture and thirst, icy and tall.
The following accidental film
best viewed large, with sound.
6th & Jam.
Says the SRO to the lofty so-and-so, “Yes, madam, but I will be sober in the morning and you will still be ugly.”
Sixth Street blotter: attempted robbery with banana thwarted by lightning-fast kung fu.
May I suggest?
Go for a walk down 6th Street when the weather turns hot. Residence hotels spill their populace onto the street, all trash-talking and judgmental of passers-by (“Lookin’ good, sweetheart…And you: you a wannabe yuppie!”).
If you stop by Passion Cafe, the two amazingly sweet owners might take you on a tour of the newly-turned out space, 100-year old wood floors and proper marble counters. Most of the staff are hires from around the neighborhood, giving some backbone to all the talk of ‘community’ on that street. I haven’t even eaten there and I’m in love with the place.
Need a new place, since the roaches at TuLan grew too bold and started crawling on the tables to beg, making them the squirrels of the insect world.