Thursday, February 7, 2008


This week is the annual "Kids' Night on Broadway" with children receiving free tickets when accompanied by an adult. We decided to take the kids to "Stomp!" - not really on Broadway, but more conveniently located at a historic Yiddish theatre in the East Village. We had seen this show about ten years ago and thought the kids would enjoy the raucous combination of dance and percussion. It did not disappoint. Both boys loved the show, particularly Benjamin, who just finished a series of classes with the National Dance Institute (NDI). Before the show we went to "Veselka," something of an East Village institution, serving Polish/Ukrainian specialties 24 hours a day. Just think "food as ballast," with kielbasa, pierogies, stuffed cabbage, and borscht headlining the menu. (I loathe beets, with a capital L, but just smiled as my wife ate her cold borscht.) Alas, no pictures were allowed in the theatre, so you only get to see the marquee.

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One Wink at a Time said...

Sounds like a really, really fun time. I have not seen Stomp but it would definitely be on my list of Want Tos.
Your kids (your whole family, really) are so fortunate to have so many opportunities available to them.
I have to admit that you are slowly selling me on the idea of living in the Big City. You ever think of working for the city in some sort of PR capacity? You're very good at promoting. :-)

Isabel said...

mmm...I love beets!!!
My mom used to cook them and then make a cold salad of sliced beets in vinegar. I have now added it to our Thanksgiving menu.
After you messed up my vision of those's some beets and vinegar ;)

BooCat said...

While growing up I always hated beets, but my mother and grandmother had always presented them to me pickled or in some kind of sweet-sour sauce. The first time I tasted plain, buttered beets, I loved the taste.

The last time I was in NYC, a friend and I were attending the
Trinity Institute. At the closing, we tried to figure out how to get to Veselka using public transportation (not a taxi since we were traveling on the skinniest of shoe strings) from our location on Wall Street. It was a cold, rainy day and we were exhausted and we gave up. Reading this, I am sorry now that we did.