A Big Apple-achia Wednesday!

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Living here in Asphaltopolis, there's a few things that we don't have much of. Grass is one of them. Outside of Central Park, you have to search far and wide for grass, and when you find it, you're either in Connecticut or you just gave a guy forty bucks in a dark alley, and that wasn't the kind of grass you were looking for anyways.

Another thing we don't have much of is bluegrass. . .you know, the kind with fiddles and banjos and genetically-less-diverse mountain folk?

So, imagine our surprise Wednesday night when we found both at the same time! Real live grass and real live bluegrass in the same place. Every Wednesday evening during the Summer, the Madison Square Park Conservancy puts on a free concert in the park. This week, they brought in some Appalachian flavor, as Cherryholmes took the stage.

Cherryholmes is a really talented bluegrass band. They are also a family band --- father, mother, two sons, and two daughters. As the father joked, the fact that they spend 300 days a year together in a 45-foot bus might explain why all of their songs are murder-ballads. The father, I should mention, has a beard that makes Uncle Hunter look prepubescent.

New York City sent out a great crowd on a perfect evening. For a bunch of New Yorkers listening to 90 minutes of twang-twang music, they were pretty into it. On the other hand, every one of the father's hillbilly-twinged jokes fell flat. Nice effort, though.

For dinner that night, we paid a visit to the NYC version of Cosmic Cantina, one of our old college hangouts in Durham, North Carolina. Just as we remembered, the burritos were great, but there were two notable differences. On the plus side, the NYC Cosmic has homemade, organic tortillas. On the down side, our old $6 Constance burrito is apparently made with three gallons of unleaded. . .

Love to all,

Katy and Erik