Monday, March 12, 2007
L. and I ate at Momofuku last night, which was packed as usual, even late on a Sunday, but we still managed to get seats right as we walked in. Afterward, we took a stroll and once again I was struck by that weird feeling of seeing New York streets pretty empty. It's like the extras on this movie set packed up for the night and went home. And it's not like these were neighborhoods that are at all normally empty: East Village, Union Square, Flatiron. It's not enough to make you feel unsafe, since somehow that feeling of safety lingers in places where you know people go and have been and will be again, but it reminds you of how comforting crowds in a city can be. How important they are to what it is.