Highlights of the Trip to NYC
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I don’t know, man. The city is gigantic. I didn’t have too much time there, but Dayo (and often his friend Greg) and I made the most of it, by which I mean we ate and drank like spoiled Americans.
Some photos are here. I didn’t really take very many.
Hmmmm. . . Carmine’s was great. My dad recommended the place as a place where you can go and get Italian food in massive portions, and wow, was he right on. After a lengthy wait during which we were helpfully directed to the bar (watched the Packers beat the Seahawks), we went into this giant room and were seated. They brought us a giant basket of bread. We ordered calimari as an appetizer, and they brought it out and I swear to God, it was a turkey platter heaped with delicious squid. We were honestly pretty full after that. But then came the entree, and honestly I don’t remember what it was, other than it came on an even bigger platter — seriously, the plate was substantially wider than the chairs — and we did our best to eat it. We also had a lot of wine and, sitting as it was, there on top of earlier beverages, it gave us mighty powers to be the annoying guys at the restaurant. I don’t know how many times we toasted to who-knows-what and followed it up with “Ayyyyyy!” like the bunch of guidos that we are.
(Not really. A Nigerian lawyer; a Hungarian lawyer; and myself, a part-Guido, part-Kraut, unshaven itinerant IT worker visiting from NC. A toast! To self-deprecating ethnic slurs! Ayyyyyy!)
Honestly, no one really cared or probably even heard, since that place is loud and full of New Yorkers and Italians. So that was a great time. Will do it again next time I visit Dayo.
The next day, we went to the Guggenheim. Just, you know, walked out his front door and a couple hundred yards. Half of the place was closed, so we got in for $6, and as if that wasn’t a deal enough, their collection is a little impressive. Remember a couple of years ago, when the NC Museum of Art had a Rodin exhibit, and it was the biggest news since that time Barney accidentally locked himself in his cell and Andy had to get him out? Well, at the Guggenheim, you walk in the first gallery and they’re all “yeah, so uh, here are some Picassos all up in your grill, you hick, they grow on trees up here. Oh, also, here is a Rodin or whatever. We often find these sorts of things when we clean out our pockets when preparing to do our laundry.”
Actually, they probably have someone else do their laundry. I’m sure they take their laundry to Jefferson Cleaners: George Jefferson, proprietor.
It only occurred to me after I got back that Dayo has moved on up; specifically, to the Upper East Side.
He lives in a deeeee-luxe apartment in the sky.
He finally got a piece of the pie.
Ayyyyyyy!
