Exiting the High Line. Starting here, headed toward the World Trade Center and the western edge of Greenwich Village.
After reading this: “Wine-dark in a shallow lemon sea, pelted with capers, the curl of octopus ($16) looked messy and primeval, as if just plucked from the deep. It is the dish that a Greek restaurant lives or dies by, simple yet exacting. Tenderness should be victory enough. But the octopus at Boukiés had gone a step beyond, the flesh undoing itself, achieving a texture, at its core, close to nectar.” Ligaya Mishan, NYT 9/21/12, we had to try it:
Heading to the subway station and back to home away from home: