Lost Lake,  a play by David Auburn (Proof, The Columnist) is currently playing at Manhattan Theater Club, and a splendid production it is. It is perfectly cast: two lost souls meet unexpectedly, both trying to get by, both struggling, and it is not until the end that the single black mother who has lost her husband to a terrible accident leaving her with two small children, recognizes her own failings in the man who rented his cabin to her. She saw him as a loser, she had failings, herself, but perhaps there was more to him than was initially obvious. As poor and confused as he was, he was generous of spirit and heart.

 

 

While glancing at the Playbill, I found my cousin on the back page. Click to read.

Then to dinner. A New York Times recommendation.

Driving down Metropolitan Avenue through Ridgewood, Queens

The sky was intensely blue with clouds, and in the distance was gold.

Bun-ker is a tiny restaurant, a dive, decorated with tchoshkes. Nothing matches, you can barely turn around, the floor is concrete and the food is divine.

Bun-Ker is in an industrial area

A wonderful Vietnamese menu

crab rolls …

are wrapped in lettuce and basil and dipped in sauce

a cocktail of pure pressed ginger juice and mint leaves

prime ribs on salad over vermicelli

crispy flounder over salad and fried tomato rice

coconut tapioca pudding with jackfruit