This is a view of Tuesday.
Eggplant kafka and vegetables, havala, yellow rice, and of course, salad with almond dressing. Karma-free and convenient, you can’t go wrong with Krishna.
At three-fifty a day and all you can eat (and stuff into your tupperware), the price is unbeatable. If you’re dedicated enough, you may even become a Krishna Luncher of the Week, a status of incomparable fame among the soft-spoken sandal-wearing granolas.
Sit by the wall, under the 19th-century dancing giants, or straight down on the dirt. If you can manage to grab a green plastic chair, do so cunningly— they are a precious commodity. If you have human friends, wonderful. If not, you are always welcome to join in the hymns of the devout, whose creative lyrical genius ranges from hare to krishna and back to the same.
But whatever your religious qualms, stop by— you’ll leave the plaza with a full stomach and an empty conscience.