I took the A train up to the Bronx today and stopped in a little dive that makes great "authentic" Mexican tacos. For some stupid reason I also ordered a bowl of minestrone soup. What was I thinking? It was basically three day old yankee bean with some celery and spaghetti noodles added... Note to self: Never order minestrone soup in a Dominican-run diner.
As I left the restaurant it started to snow. I rode the train for awhile hopping off at various stops to take in the scenery. The ghetto version of Currier and Ives.