For those of you who follow me for my food…. I’ll start with Italian Food. First the pix:
I will be talking about the bartender. Never even got his name but I will tell you this: this young man treated me like a lover, softly checking – “Are you ok”? looking deeply into my eyes….. There wasn’t even one part of the experience that wasn’t personal. And that’swhat I remember about New York now…. It’s PERSONAL. Doesn’t matter if a guy is giving you the finger as he passes you in his car, or a bartender is wooing you into a great tip. You feel their presence.
This bartender heard that I was from California and thought the prices on the wine menu had a ‘foreign’ surcharge…. and he asked: “If you could have a glass of anything on the wine list, what would you take”? Well, I wasn’t going to ask for a Puligny-Montrachet, so…. I said: “Louis Jardot, Pouilly-Fuissé ”? (because I knew it was drinkable and if he charged, it wasn’t going to be an arm AND a leg). WRONG AGAIN! $16.00 a glass. Whew!
But I told you he was seductive, right? Did that glass ever make it onto my tab? I think not. And when the bus boy went to bag my left overs, my bartender said: “Excuse me”……….. seemed disgusted, went into the kitchen himself and came back with large portions of the Peppers and Onions, as well as extra bread.
I want to thank my old friend David Brown for recommending this place. And to my friends and followers – FIRST – don’t forget to ‘like’ this article and pass it on AND if you’re ever headed to Long Island, email me and I’ll give you the details of where to eat!
Onto a little more ranting about Long Island. It’s interesting. I heard a woman say: “He lives by me, no less”…. what…. did Mike Myers write that line? lol I really forgot what New Yorkers sound like. REALLY? REALLY?
Ok. Here’s some more Pix:
Then we take a look at all the new ‘strip malls’…. all the good stores – even a Trader Joe’s (blew me away). And looming in the distance, our old, old landmarks…. water towers, and wait… are we in Carlsbad, CA? Two stacks and a waste dump? My, my, my. That’s why it always felt so familiar to me.
And last but not least, the clock tower on City Hall. In ‘the day’ we didn’t have cell phones to check the time. And I never wore a watch. I remember noodling around downtown and as I got close to ‘curfew’ time (yes, it did feel like I was raised in a prison), I would always check that tower for the time and scoot home.
So that’s my trip down memory lane.
Oooh…. one more thing. I know you can’t see it, but this picture below is of a guy actually sitting in the second lane IN THE BOAT, while a truck pulls him thru the city.
Is he thinkin’ he’s cool because he has a boat? Probably. Not too showy, huh?
Well, we ought to drop him in the middle of Beverly Hills for an afternoon. Wouldn’t THAT be fun? lol
Ok my friends. Thanks for tollerating my rants. I would have shown you ‘Carvel’ … a place I used to walk to on hot summer nights, and the building still looks the same….. or some of my other standards, like the high school, but everything is in the process of change.
There’s something about me you need to know. So I am.
Catch you on the flip side when I’m back in Cali!
Until then, I’m sending light and love!