The Ubiquitous Mr. Bacon
This past weekend, Capt Mike and I, along with Capt Mike's brother, Dave, and Dave's girlfriend, Joyce, took a little roadtrip to the island of Manhattan. Empire City. The City That Never Sleeps. The Big Apple. Okay, you get the picture. New York, N.Y.
Here are some of the things we learned on our whirlwind little tour:
(1) Dogs are not allowed at Rockefellar Plaza
Yes, we took Dexter with us. Kenneling him for two weekends in a row would have been just plain cruel, and New Yorkers, well, most New Yorkers, love dogs. As for Rockefeller Plaza, I am not sure if this is a general rule, or if it was just the security gaurd working that day, since as we were leaving I heard him mention to a colleague how much he hated dogs.
(2) Dexter is a rockstar almost everywhere we go
Seriously, this dog can't go anywhere without people fawning all over him. Someone in Times Square actually wanted to buy him from me.
(3) We really are all connected to Kevin Bacon
Anyone who reads this blog probably knows me personally, and therefore anyone reading this blog has just instantly become one degree of separation closer to Kevin Bacon. He and his lovely wife Kyra walked past us as we were imbibing gin and tonics on a patio on Amsterdam Avenue. My first reaction was "That guy in the ball cap looks vaguely familia...holy crap, that's Kevin Bacon." Of course, that all just happened in my head... it was Dave who actually called out "Hey Kevin!" and was acknowledged.
(4) New York isn't as intimidating or tall as it looks on TV
Everyone looked pretty normal. That whole Sex in the City thing about how everyone in Manhattan is a model and super tall and thin is completely untrue from what I saw. Yeah, all the women working in the stores in SoHo have probably auditioned for American's Next Top Model, but for the most part, New Yorkers look like the rest of us plebians.
(5) Radishes and butter taste good together
We went to Prune for dinner on Saturday night, on the recommendation of Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations. Instead of a basket of bread, we started the meal off with a wooden plate of radishes, whipped butter, and sea salt. Who'd have known what a flavour sensation that'd be?
(6) You can have too many Pottery BarnsHilly Krystal, founder of CBGB, died shortly before our trip. After dinner at Prune, we walked around the corner to Bowery to pay our respects at the make-shift shrine that had been set up in front of what had once been the club's doors. Those doors may have closed for the last time 10 months ago, but here's to hoping that it won't end up as another high-priced box store selling faux character for yuppy lofts.
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