ghoulish string of wooden flatbeds

• There’s a “trash train.” That’s right – it’s the ghoulish string of wooden flatbeds (with maybe a 1.5 ft. high wall around each traincar) – and it goes through the stations later in the evening. It looked to contain old boards, metal poles, and random junk. I’m not convinced that it has a conductor, or is officially known on the records…

• I ate with Matt and Coco in an Indian restaurant in the East Village that was super narrow and had ridiculous decorations all over the place: red ribbons, lots of strings of chilli pepper lights, christmas lights, more ribbons, hanging paper decorations… and if it wasn’t for the Hindi music playing, at times it would have felt like hanging out in a trailer in Fayetteville, North Carolina. But, that being said, the food was very, very good. The place was called Panna II, and its open 7 days a week, noon to midnight.