It was Monday. Figuring streets would be quiet and stores closed, we took a walk.
The Open Pantry was open. Why wouldn't it be? was Themis's shrug of an answer. The Pantry had weathered the East Village for the last four decades. It was always open, come rain, come shine, come anything. "Come back and take a picture when Pete is here," Themis said.
The Stage was packed, not a seat in the house, everyone storing up on pre-storm pierogi, cutlets and burgers.
The mozzarella lasted a day.