Palindrome of 24 Hours in New York = Kroy Wen ni Sruoh 42 fo Emordnilap
For Ana's birthday we went to New York, but you already know that. We took the TRAIN. That's what people did in the old days.
Like any trip, the whole purpose is to eat. First stop: Cafe Habana. Sandwich was so good that Ana took a bite even though there was a mayonnaise-like substance on it.
The best part, though, was that this guy
was there, dressed like he meant it. He seemed to be channeling Noah Taylor's character in Almost Famous. It's groups of people like this (cf. the girl on the left) that I see in New York that make me sad.
Anyways. After that we shopped or something in order to kill time before eating again, this time at Prune, which Ana's wanted to go to since she was born. And it wasn't even open then.
Up front: Prune might be the best restaurant in the world, ever. If food bores you, scroll down for depressing pictures of Coney Island.
First: radishes with butter and salt. If you gave me this dish when I was 12, I would've smacked you in the face and not apologized. Now, I order it of my own free will. It's good.
Next: kale with soft eggs in a Parmesan butter sauce. EGGS FOR DINNER, PEOPLE. This lady is breaking all the rules. Again, me at twelve would give you a punch in the nose if you set this in front of me, and again, it's good.
Next: stewed pork shoulder with salsa verde. It's served in big chunks with a spoon and it falls apart with the slightest pressure. Pork shoulder sounds like it would be stringy, but pigs are fat and their shoulders wonderfully tender.
Next: soupy rice with lobster and squid. It's a little thing, but this restaurant is good at words too. Putting "soupy rice" before "lobster" is probably some sort of unforgivable menu sin, but it's the right description and it sounds gross to you then you probably shouldn't have it anyway.
You totally got eaten. That's all the food for now.
The meal was so good that Ana left her wallet at the restaurant. Sad Ana:
But the people there are nice and found it for her. Happy Ana:
What do you do after a flawless meal? Go to the dirtiest bar in the world and take a picture of the bathroom, natch.
Coney Island is going to be blown up and sunk into the Atlantic Ocean next month, so we decided to go visit even though the Sideshows by the Seashore and Astroland are all boarded up.
Thank god this guy is keeping an eye on stuff.
Wait, this doesn't look very depressing! That ferris wheel looks fully operational. There aren't any stray dogs, even!
Ok, this'll do. Close-ups of chainlink fence are impossible to make undepressing.
Anything, however, can be made undepressing by a corndog.
Totonno's, you have chosen your fate: Shenanigan's can tell you about it.
Fact: Russians have the ability to move anywhere and Gulagify a place. Look! They sell DVDs and Videos at this jail, but they call it BNAEO NPOKAT. Weird.
BONUSBONUSBONUS: Ana on Law & Order
1 comment:
scott!
i have totally been to that bar. in fact, here is my blog about it from march 2004:
"to start our evening we went to this punk rock dive bar on second ave a few blocks down from the hole and had a few beers. i sat in this busted computer chair that was like riding a carosel horse, anytime i forget and moved i would find myself zooming down and level with patricks knees. then i would pump myself back up and perch precariously on the edge. this went on until patrick graciously offered me his bar stool. we spent our time watching this crazy narcoleptic guy at the bar alternate between sleeping, screaming, and singing at the bar. it was hilarious. i went to the bathroom to change into a more "nighttime" appropriate outfit (re: a revealing tube top purchased earlier.) and almost lost my dinner. i don't think the toliet had worked since 1995, but apparently everyone still used it anyway. the sink was covered in suspicious looking short black curly hair, and i swear there was a used condom on the floor. to make the door close, you had to wedge this flimsy wire hanger across the width of the closed door and pray that no one walked in while you were in a vulnerable position. the moral being: never use the bathroom in a bar that has broken computer chairs as barstools and bad Art on the walls."
miss you dudes. love, corrie
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