Last night I met my best friend in Hoboken. We rode the path train together into the city and chatted about all the things under the sun. Life. Dating. Food. Travel. Tattoos. Our only item on the itinerary was to revisit Dojo, a staple of our youth (famous for their carrot ginger dressing which is TO DIE FOR, if you ever find yourself in the West Village). We both ordered the same dish—the Soy Burger—though she had hers with bacon like a weirdo and I had mine with rice.
I wanted it be just as I remembered—and it was, though some things have certainly changed. The peanut noodles that we used to order as an appetizer are no longer on the menu and the hearty side of thick potatoes have been replaced with brown rice. Also, the prices have gone up slightly because NYC businesses can’t possibly stay open while serving a $6 main entree, right?
But the nostalgia was still there, in every bite of that breaded burger and tangy dipping sauce.
After dinner, we got lost on our way to the Christopher Street path station. Neither of us seemed to mind much. The night was perfect—the moon a beautiful pizza pie that shimmered across the buildings. We found our way to Rocco’s and ate cannolis on a park bench. By the time we ventured back to Hoboken, my feet had all but given out but I had a full belly and a happy head of memories—both past and present.
I thought about the date I went on with a man who led me on a wild goose chase to find the only good Italian restaurant in lower Manhattan. That time my friend nearly burned down a hookah bar on Bleecker. Or the infamous night that I dragged aforementioned bestie to a shoe store in Manhattan because my feet were killing me and I inexplicably purchased a pair of wooden mother fucking clogs (huh?!). The many late nights and countless slices of post-booze pizza.
Two nights ago, I noticed a long white gray hair as I peered at my reflection in the steamed bathroom mirror.
Though it wasn’t clear to me at the time, I know now that it’s a symbol of a youth well spent… and a small lifetime of happy memories.