"i'm down," he replies. "maybe somewhere where we see the sunset?"
"hhmmm...lemme think. how about....oh! i got it!"
45 minutes later we are boarding, along with 200 other people with the same bright idea, the staten island ferry. we pour onto the boat and find a spot near the window. wanted to make sure to catch a glimpse of lady liberty herself. if you plan this trip right, you see the sun setting on the way to staten island and then you watch the lights of the buildings twinkling in the moonlight on the way back. que romantico!
we set foot onto the island only to turn around and ride right back, or so we thought. but something lured us out to look at the water, and once outside, it hit us. that overwhelming smell of Italian food. as if someone had a spray can with marinara scent and had diffused it all over the area. we asked a local where some good food might be and set on our way.
pier 76 is what it was called. juke box. smell of good food. red and white checkered tablecloth. clear plastic cups for soda. and regular paper plates for your pizza. we ordered. a lasagna and a pizza for the table, pepperoni of course. nothing short of delicious. even last bite of it.
later, back at the ferry terminal, we asked another girl for good restaurant recommendations, excitedly waiting for her to mention the place we just ate at, certain that we were at one of staten islands finest, hands down.
[insert thick NYC accent] "yeah, ya know. i haven't been to that place for a while. since a long time. you know what's good? [she doesn't even pretend to pause to actually let me guess] applebee's, chilli's. those are good - and they are right around here too. who needs anything else when you have that?"
and...we're heading back to NYC.
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