The other day I went for another walk, as one would naturally do on a nice day. It was pretty glorious out….the way only exciting fresh summer starts/tail ends of spring days can be. It was sticky and foggy and about to rain at any second. As we walked up Congress, I magically mustered (GET IT?) up the self control to not have 4 meaty dogs at Famous (sort of a feat on a almost famous summerish spring day).
All of the roadwork on Congress gives me this feeling like I’ve fallen back in time. Dirt roads and cobbles and no traffic make my favorite kind of road. The road really looks just like it did one hundred years ago…..dirty, except on this day, no one was around. I would have died to see a horse stroll by, or a cowboy, or someone in a floor length dress and gigantic fancy hat.
It’s sort of a weird walk…from downtown up to around Emma Willard or Mt. Ida Cemetary. It’s like this weird strip of some random houses, some businesses with the windows boarded up, and 90’s nails. Why would anyone want their nails to resemble anything circa 1990?
We took a tiny detour to the left and checked to see if Muza was open. Have you been here? I have NOT and am really excited to finally check it out. I think it’s primarily Polish cuisine..or maybe just some Eastern European flair on a bunch of different dishes. Sounds like a lot of Pierogies and cabbage to me…not usually my most favorite finds, but I’m getting pretty tired of Indian take out, farmers market greens, and mini hot dogs….. so, what the hell.
(Today I ate an English muffin for dinner. I put peanut butter on it and sliced up a banana and some crushed up walnuts. The other night I had some whole wheat farfalle with an egg scrambled in it and a truly offensive amount of fresh garlic. It really was offensive. It was confirmed when I casually tried to just act normal and sit next to someone inconspicuously and like a normal regular person. People have gotten divorced for less. The point of me telling you this, is I guess I sort of eat like an asshole, so the fact that Pierogies are a little boring to me (potatoes do NOTHING for me either), shouldn’t sway you away from getting into Muza. You can check out their menu here and looks like we can get a bunch of other yum sounding stuff.
PLUS. There is REALLY cute outdoor beer garden. NO, not a biergarten. Just. No.
After looking in all the windows like a wet bandit, we decided to continue up the hill. We crossed to look at the waterfall by the cookie factory….becauseeeeeeee….if there’s a waterfall, why wouldn’t you cross the street to look at it? Seems like a no brainer. Mountains are meant to be climbed and waterfalls in gritty little cities are meant to be SEEN and HEARD.
This is where things went awry. We crossed the street to see, but couldn’t SEE anything. Well, I couldn’t see anything other than a brand new stone wall. Unless you are 6’2′, you can’t see the wild landscape carved out by the Poestenkill. And if you can see the waterfall and I can’t, I might jump up and punch you in the kneecap. Just out of jealousy. My hearts turned to stone. Stonewalled.
WHY. Did someone jump or fall from here? The old wrought iron fence was nice and we could SEE things. I like to see things. I walk all over and what I see makes a difference in where I walk. I don’t like to spend that much time walking around NOT seeing things around me. It’s kind of part of the experience. If I wanted to be stonewalled I would go walk around the mall OR miss the old City Hall.
And I”m stillllllll not moving. But don’t Stonewall me, Troy. It’s not very nice. I don’t ask for a lot….just nice places to walk and live and eat and play. You make me so happy with your green green monument grass and lots of days I know that this must be the place. I love your Christmas lights and your summer sounds. I love being on my roof and stealing a concert from the music hall while sucking down a cheap bottle of red from your one liquor store. I love your IPA. I love that even when I am trying to be alone, I never am. I even love the homeless guy who keeps causally showing me his junk in broad daylight. He stopped saying rude things, and last time, even pulled his pants up when he saw me coming. Not sure whether that’s a good or bad thing, but it got me either way. I know, even happy couples fight sometimes. But, I’m really more of a lover than a fighter….I’m just not cut out for it. Plus, it’s Friday. I have my special weekend panties on and reallyyyy want to swing from your branches and climb up your vines. It’s been a rough week. Let’s stay together.