curly's and corduroy

my sister has been in town for the weekend, but i had to work today so we met up for dinner in the city. (she is staying with a friend with the most incredible name i have ever heard, but for anonymity's sake, suffice it to say, it is amazing.) sissy and i are both vegetarians, and i love fake meat (more than i ever loved real meat), so i took her to curly's vegetarian lunch (for dinner.) curly's is probably one of my most favorite dining spots in nyc. it is tiny (maybe ten two-person tables and one that could seat five or six) and they give you placemats to color that then get displayed on the walls and our waiter sang and danced around the restaurant and the owner came and talked to us after dinner, asking if it was worth the wait. it was, it always is, the food is really fresh and simple but well-planned and delicious. they don't use any meat, and almost every item can be made vegan (i even saw someone order vegan sopapilla.) i've taken non-vegetarians there as well, and it's always a crowd pleaser.

side note: if you didn't already go to the website, you should. they have a list of famous vegetarians with quotations. did you know russell simmons is a vegetarian? i just love him. he's like the sweet, gentle rap mogul. i mean, vegetarian, spoken word advocate, argyle designer, lisper. he's adorable.

also, this evening curly's gave me another excellent overheard:

hipster girl: so that club she got turned away from? it was for not having on two pieces of corduroy clothing. (male companion mumbles somthing indistinct.) you know what kind of club that is? a club full of poorly-dressed people.