Trip Report New York City April 2008
Reminder: I was not under oath when I wrote this.
At the end of BCR
#140, I had jumped ahead to Monday's lunch at
7 AM, the hotel phone rings. That's not good because...
nobody knows I'm here and
It was some secretary from the Vatican - the POPE
Maybe that was a dream...
So we turned Sunday into Downtown Pizza Day
We saw a thing on The Travel Channel about great
New York Pizza,
Went to Ray's, got a slice, and we liked it quite a bit.
It was hueueueuge.
They had pastas and stromboli and tons of stuff
I'd have liked to've tried,
When our order was up, I asked Louigi for some
fresh parmesan cheese.
But the pizza was pretty good without the parmesan.
We'd been to THE Ray's at 11th Street and Sixth
Ave back in 2001.
Some people really liked our
first Trip to New York.
Walking the block between Ray's and Lombardi's, we found where Senate Democrats shop.
Then went to Lombardi's - which seemed like the Tommy's Tequila of New York pizza.
Everyone you see in the picture is waiting for their Lombardi's table.
It was so embarassing - the guy calling out names was from some Muslim
country (true, but still kidding)
Twice I went in and said, "I'd Fred - we're here," and he'd say,
So finally, we got a table and we ordered our best-pizza-in-New-York pizza.
We noticed that "real" NY Pizza wasn't too keen on cheese. We saw the
waiter walk by with
If I had any brains (should I bother to finish this sentence?) I would've
taken a picture of it,
Then after a nap (I'm old) we met up with Frank and Lorn for the big boat ride.
The Boat Ride that didn't Happen
So we ended up at The Porterhouse Steakhouse in the Time Warner Building.
We were running, so I only had time to get this one shot Willie Mays-style, over my shoulder.
We got to the Porterhouse, ...and Frank had already
assembled the staff.
They scrambled to make it so.
Of course, Frank started off with, "More
champagne, more red wine,please"
Mrs Bart and I ordered the Cowboy Rib Steak,
Frank had the Short Rib Ravioli thingy, which
When me and Mrs Bart failed to finish our hueueueuege,
14-inch rib eyes
The Reverend Perry Sanders called from Louisiana!
He told me he's busy writing his autobiography.
The latent hallucinogens in me
Sometimes the mind plays tricks, and you don't
know which parts to trust.
So we're talking and talking, mostly making sense
because despite the calls for
Not only that, but Lorn, that afternoon, had purchased
some radical lens for her digi-camera
Gee, if only something cool would happen soon
that'd make us wish we had some perfect,
So the four of us, Frank, Lorn, Mrs. Bart and
me got to the Porterhouse at maybe 7:20 or 7:30
That figures - fabulous big-time steakhouse in
New York, closing at 10:30 or so.
I had to hit the Men's Room before we left, and it was so cool, I took a picture.
Then came Monday - the day I took the big gamble.
Did Bart's big gamble pay off?
You be the judge..
Here for the report about the Monday we won't forget.
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