Zelia has a car and drives it in the city, something I never did when I owned one. We drive down to the West Village and miraculously find a space a block from the theater. Our plan is to grab a burger at The Spotted Pig, a popular inexpensive restaurant in the area.
We get to the restaurant (they don’t take reservations) around 6:40 and are told there is an hour and twenty-minute wait. Our play starts at 8. Obviously this isn’t going to work. So instead we chose Philip Marie, a little French restaurant a block away. The last time I ate there was in February 2009. I was with my friend Don (who died a couple of years ago) and his friend David. That time, too, we were going to Rattlestick to also see a new play. That one was called That Pretty Pretty; Or, The Rape Play. I think a character actually urinated on stage.
I plan to order a burger and fries but since Zelia doesn’t, I don’t either. We end up splitting a baked brie salad (amazing) and mussels (good, but not filling, and too much work for too little return). I leave feeling hungry.
The play is better than the reviews suggest. Parts are difficult to watch, as one scene shows a graphic re-enactment of the 1997 Abner Louima rape by a New York City police officer. The play is about Mike McAlary, the Pulitzer-prize winning journalist who breaks the story and dies soon after. It’s not exactly a cheery play to watch, though it is compelling.
We decide to stop at 16 Handles on the way home, but the line is too long. Instead, I come back to my apartment and finish off the pear sorbet in my fridge, making up for any calories I may have saved during dinner.
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