On Tuesday evening I had a date with my friend Mary to take her to dinner as a thank you for watching Simone and Miles for us while we were in Austin over New Year’s. We planned to go to one of our favorite neighborhood spots — Chuko, a restaurant that specializes in some of the best ramen this side of the Pacific (and Atlantic, for that matter). It started snowing early Tuesday morning and, as the temperatures dropped and the snow continued to fall, I wondered if we should re-schedule our dinner for another night. Just then, I got a text from Mary: “Perfect weather for Chuko,” she said. And she was right. The restaurant, after all, was only a few blocks away from both of us.
Usually, there’s a line to get into Chuko, but that night we were seated right away at one of the two remaining empty tables. Within a few minutes, the small restaurant was filled, and Mary and I ordered a bottle of wine and some kale salad to share while we waited for our ramen. Outside the foggy windows, the snow continued falling — now for 12 consecutive hours — on our beloved Brooklyn neighborhood.
It’s well-documented that I’m not a big fan of winter, but in recent years I have been making a concerted effort to complain less and appreciate more. There are some beautiful moments in the cold darkness of January and February (March, I’ve still got it out for). I got engaged on a snowy walk in February one year — that was a pretty good winter moment. There have been plenty others.
The snow was still coming down fast, twinkling now under the street lights as Mary and I left Chuko. When I got home, I ran upstairs and told Drew he should put his coat and boots on and come downstairs for a minute. “It’s beautiful out,” I said. He bundled up, and we held hands in the quiet of the night and watched from our stoop as the snow continued falling, and we logged one more sweet winter moment to remember.
And… that is how I am surviving this “polar vortex” (aka “winter”). What are you doing?