I found civilization in the West Village. I’ve been hurting for something decent to eat while working in the West Village this week. I’m not familiar with the West Village as I am with other parts of NYC. Incidentally, the whole lower half below 14th St is no man’s land for me. On Thursday, I committed to finding something reasonably priced to eat. No more small portions of pasta for $10.
Thursday for lunch, I looked online, and found a promising pizza place with decent reviews on Bleeker St simply named John’s of Bleeker St. I took a walk for a few blocks, and seemingly hit civilization. Bleeker St and 7th Ave is where the action was — stores, eateries, etc. Blame my ignorance.