I meet A to see Eve Ensler's new one woman show, In The Body of The World. In it, she connects two major events in her life: her work in helping Congolese rape victims, and her treatment for, and recovery of, uterine cancer. The connection is a stretch, but Ms. Ensler's ability to add humor to events that are clearly not funny, and her skill as a story-teller make for a fast-moving, and dare-I-say entertaining 80 minutes.
Following the play I meet my friend B at Milos, an upscale, glass-walled Greek restaurant in midtown.
It's about 9 pm when we are seated. At a place where a Greek salad costs $33 (it's meant to be shared) it is not inexpensive. The restaurant is packed. The noise level high. And everyone and everything looks great.
The fresh fish lies around on ice waiting to be cooked.
The fruit relaxes in a basket waiting to be cut.
Following the play I meet my friend B at Milos, an upscale, glass-walled Greek restaurant in midtown.
It's about 9 pm when we are seated. At a place where a Greek salad costs $33 (it's meant to be shared) it is not inexpensive. The restaurant is packed. The noise level high. And everyone and everything looks great.
The fresh fish lies around on ice waiting to be cooked.
The fruit relaxes in a basket waiting to be cut.
And the goats (I'm sure they're in a pen out back somewhere) are waiting to be milked so the chef can make some fresh Greek yogurt.
I wish we were more hungry.
B and I split two appetizers: fried calamari and an incredible signature dish of fried zucchini and eggplant with some kind of cheese hidden in the middle.
We skip the main course and split an order of fruit and yogurt for dessert.
I want to take a picture with my friend but she vetoes that. And in fact, discourages me from any photos, "You don't want to look like a tourist here."
She's probably right.
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