macdougal & w 3rd

today is one of those days in new york where it's completely sunny and just warm enough that everyone's thinking that perhaps spring is indeed on its way. after the past few months of winter, i've come to almost dread heading out for lunch. the cold. the wind. the dreary grey. but today, it was a treat.

i ventured to one of my long-time favorites. arguably the most delicious deal around. yum. Mamoun's $2 falafel. can't beat it. trust me.

there's a line out the door of this tiny, cramped villagers' spot. but they get people in and out. no chit-chatting. no questions. know what you want when you get there. it's just shy of being the soup-nazi.

and worth it.

so i left within minutes. with my paper sack in hand. feeling quite content. it's almost spring. and, well, you know, i'd just gotten a delicious lunch for $2.

and up ahead, on the adjacent street corner of macdougal and w 3rd, a small group caught my eye. and ear.

4 little boys were huddled, walking together. they were about 7 or 8 years old. one in the middle had a soft guitar case strapped to his back that looked like it may overtake him as its weight, i'm sure, rivaled his own. and i could hear the boys clapping and stomping together as they sang:

"Naaaa, na, na, na-na-na-NAAAA, na-na-na-NAAAA, HEY JUUUUUDE . . ."