Gilda, Michal, and Ilana had been in town for a few days, visiting
Bess, all crowded into the apartment there like a family of illegal (oops...I
mean undocumented...Farklempt always tries to be politically correct) immigrants.
They were gracious enough to drive me into the city late Friday morning.
It has become a joy to find other ways to New York City beside driving
myself and trying to find a parking space. We planned to stop at Pepe's
in New Haven for pizza, but they open at 3 or 4 PM, and we settled on Abate's.
ABATE'S PASSES PEPE'S TO BECOME THE NUMBER ONE PIZZA IN NEW HAVEN!!
Farklempt & family discover that they can phone ahead to abate's, who accept the order graciously, start to cook the pizza, and serve it to you with utter friendliness at a table inside. And the pizza itself (onion, mushroom, spinach, sauce, and mootz, of course, is superb, tasty, hot, with all fresh ingredients! They welcome children of all ages and a full line of beverages. Folks, if you're traveling through New Haven on 95, this is the place to stop. The New Rankings are now:
I slept a bit on the way into the city and woke up in front of the hovel, refreshed and ready to go. We took a cab right down the the East Village and met up with the Ingall-Steuers. Josie woke up from her nap a bit grouchy (wonder where she gets that from!) but quickly warmed up. She tears around the house, which her parents have now childproofed, crawling, sometimes with her ass up in the air on all fours, like a crab. She can walk, holding on to your hands, and likes to do so. She understands so much, and she says so many words. We watched Teletubbies, a show which totally entrances her. She can watch for a full half an hour, crying out the names of each character. Saying "Bye!!" with an explosive "B" when they (or anyone else, for that matter, leaves). She ate supper ravenously, everything put in front of her, beginning with edamame beans. She insists of feeding herself, and likes feeding other people, too. We discovered something that she seems to like more than anything else: dry red wine. We had opened a bottle of good California Meritage, and she liked the look of it in my wineglass. She made "I want!" noises, and I offered her a sip, despite Marjorie's "Dad!" Her eyes lit up, and she made a series of obscene grunts of primal desire, lunging for the glass, she kept sipping at it. I refused to give her any more until she said, "Zayde." She said it instantly. She got more wine. We read for a while, and she went to bed. Then we had Shabbat (and Shmini Atzeret) dinner of chicken roasted in the barbecue, broccoli rabe with garlic, and oven roasted red and purple potatos. We had a great apple pie from Zabar's for dessert and returned to the hovel.