Something I learned today: don’t order a root beer at the Nancy Whiskey pub. I went to lunch there today with coworker Matt. I ordered a Diet Coke, a solid, dependable, honest drink. Matt ordered a root beer. He would not get it. Instead, from the bar came an incredulous reply, “Root beer!?! We don’t serve root beer!” He was appropriately shamed. It served him right.
Read the full post >>Yesterday was the kind of day that people talk about when they say this was that kind of day. New Jersey disappeared early behind a bank of gray soup. I could only barely make out a few strong lights from the far side of the Hudson, beady Mothman eyes burning through the haze. This is the kind of day that makes a feasible option out of the normally infeasible cafeteria. It was also taco day. The cafeteria management has the taco bar set up all askew, though maybe I shouldn’t complain- I’m in New York not Texas. However, it doesn’t take a culinary logician to see where the whole setup had gone horribly wrong.
Read the full post >>“The best laid plans of mice and men…” I think Shakespeare said that, maybe somebody else, the ellipsis hiding the fact that I don’t remember the rest of it and am too lazy to look it up. Well, whoever said it, they must have known that, a thousand years beyond them, I would be sitting in Madison Square Garden watching the Houston Rockets choke away a game to the New York Knickerbockers.
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