When my mind feels scattered and my body feels depleted, it's a startling wake-up call that I'm spreading myself way too thin and I needed to replenish my resources. It was time to come back to my senses; all five of them. So I stepped into Gobo with that intention.
It was like walking into an industrial forrest; polished steel and shiny glass cohabiting with natural woods and serving pre-industrial food (PIF) in the heart of Union Square. I was intrigued by Hu's honest philosophies and aversion to gimmick, gluten, sugars and GMOs.
Quintessence is a hidden gem in the eclectic East Village of 5-story walk-ups and passers-by that seem to carry complex life stories and eccentricities. I sat at a table by the window which became an entertaining picture book of characters; some of whom seemed stuck in an 80s time warp, swathed in vintage clothing and signs of bygone-era excess lingering on their wandering souls. It was an interesting mix of those types, plus rent-stabilized hanger-on-ers surprised to see their hood become hip and the young hipsters that help make it so. If it weren't for NY, these characters would never co-exist.
If you don’t love yourself first, how do expect anyone else to love you? How many times have you readthat in a self-help book! Well, I recently came to the realization that, when it comes to food, rather than loving and nurturing my body, I was nurturing my addiction for all things fatty and salty; specifically cheese and bacon.
