Brooklyn residency

Since becoming a homeless I was fortunate to have a friend to put me up in central Brooklyn for my remaining days in NY. So now I can say that I have lived in Brooklyn as well. It is something else. I can not put my finger on it exactly. Part of it is location of course and some part may be me missing my bike, my dear old bike. I hope that guy rides you as good as you deserve and that he parks you with a gentle hand.
Butt Brooklyn is different in looks, sounds and smells. The number of yellow cars compared to Manhattan is meager. The noise screen is at least where I stayed is much less invading, sometimes it is almost quite.
The apartment where I had the opportunity to rest my tiered homeless body and mind was also much more of a home than the room I rented these last months. It was quite large and very nice in comparison. I had a some good days before elevating NY and walking down a street in SoHo just yesterday with the yellowing leafs flickering by in a gust of wind over the side walk with two of my friends in a somber mood I felt how I will miss NY. The streets, the looks, the pace. Riding my bike through Midtown in full traffic, taking some zesty thing which name I can obviously not pronounce from a restaurant or street vendor for about half the price it would cost in Sweden, go a block in i different direction and explore something new, have another adventure. That I think I will miss.
Out of experience I also think that I will miss the people I have come to know here even if it was very short and even if we did not yet develop that deep relationship. But I am sure I will feel at loss for those faces and laughs and words and conversations.

Walters food

2 weeks ago me and some friends tried to have a dinner at Walters Foods in Brooklyn, Williamsburg to be more precise. It did not happen because the place was filled up with inconsiderate gluttons who made their worst to have me go somewhere else to get my filling. Or just plain people out eat at a quite appreciated restaurant.
We ended up in the Tearoom that I mentioned here. Yesterday we tried again for Walters and this time there was a table for us.
We had Steak, Lobster and some pasta as well as a banana chocolate bread pudding. It was all good, although the pasta was probably the least interesting thing. Thus far it was the best restaurant I have visited in NY. I am sure that I will come back to Walters. Only one thing to complain about and that was the manager swooping around the tables asking how everything was. The problem with this was not that he did it but rather how. The question felt constructed to be answered with a yes rather than anything else and the way he asked without actually stopping to hear the answer made me feel like he actually was afraid to hear it. Luckily he had no reason for that. But I would not mind having a short discussion with someone from the restaurant about their food, but I don't think you should ask questions if you don't want to hear the answer. So next time manager: take your time! You have all the reason to!
A few observations is in place: Being a foreigner I was surprised when persons from the staff took a drink in the bar after their shift, but still in their working clothes as well as the bartender drank a quick shoot with one of the guests. I do not think it is negative I'm just no used to seeing that happen.
And again the discussion on how a steak is cooked: it is interesting that all the chefs of the world have one opinion and the rest of us including the people who writes cookbooks have a slightly different view. On the one hand I feel that the chefs are the experts, but in the other more democratic view on how language works it is the larger population who owns the interpretational rights to the words. So who is right? We will probably never get to the bottom with this.