On Saturday, we left the kids at my mom’s and went into the city to see my brother’s band. He and his high school buddies got the band back together for a weekend. It was actually pretty awesome.
They played at a bar on Ludlow Street in Manhattan. About twenty years ago, I used to spend a lot of time on Ludlow Street at Max Fish, a dive bar that was replaced last year by high-end condos. 20 years ago, Ludlow Street was occupied by artists, junkies, and old guys who made knishes. Now, it’s hipster central.
After listening to the band, we got a fantastic burger at Spitzer’s.
Hipsters can be terribly annoying, if you’re over 30, but I have to admit that I kinda this batch of hipsters. They like food. A lot. When I was a 20-year old hipster, I drank cheap beer and lived off rice and beans at the local Chinese-Cuban restaurant. These hipsters eat warm beet salads and drink microbrew. I’m not a big fan of all that facial hair, but a warm beet salad is awesome.
Steve and I scoped out apartments from the street-level (if there are a lot of cable wires outside the window, it’s probably affordable) and plotted a move back into the city.
Apt. 11d 
If you ever need any encouragement for a plan to return to the city, I’m there! I’ll live vicariously through you.
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