The Sunchoke

This city faces inwardly. Its better not to have opinions about large abstract groups, except this one of course.  They will surprise you after all.

Yet tonight I realized the best place to meet people seems to be Great Oats, or whatever they call it, where the food is very expensive and partially organic.  The shelves are so narrow in this old building on Prospect Street, and everyone’s half sweaty or perhaps it’s just me being totally sweaty and I’m averaging out, so you’re constantly bumping into people and sharing a very tight space.  However, while i might assume this would lead to uptightness and bad feelings – which surely it does, just not tonight – instead people seem almost happy to share a stranger’s sweat.  I mean, hey, you must have good taste to shop for food the same place as I do, right? :)