Follow the current

Alicia found a fabulous creperie in a book she picked up earlier today and so, after I'd slept, we took the 3 to the L and walked down to The Crooked Tree. Though we sat outside for awhile, enjoying the christmas lights strung from the awning to the tree, the possibility of the rain coming back forced us inside. I say forced but really it was lovely. Dim lighting, flickering candles, walls holding flowers and wine racks.

If you follow me on Twitter this is old news but oh god. My first bite of the crepe made me close my eyes and moan just a bit. The tangy goat cheese mingled with the spiced chicken and pesto. The light and fluffy crepe was the perfect combination of chewy and soft. They served dark greens--both flat and curly--on the side. Every. Bite. Was. Perfect. When my dessert crepe, stuffed with fruit and the merest hint of dulche de leche came--accompanied by free vanilla ice cream--I realized I was in food heaven.

We continued down 1st Avenue and crossed Houston to find Rockwood Music Hall. A small place with an exposed brick wall and shifting lights, Rockwood offers free performances or it did tonight. We watched a man play his guitar and later the piano while singing. He said he's come to realize that you end up in the place you're supposed to be if you follow the current. As I sipped my Sprite and considered every place I've ever lived--and all the places I have yet to live--I couldn't help but hope he was right.