Okay, where were we? Fleur de Sel restaurant in the city- Do you remember when I said when Lats and I got to the restaurant there was only one other party of four there? I would say they were overtly-Republican white folks, mid-50s or so and older and probably commuted into the city from a New Jersey suburb (I was eavesdropping on their conversation; I tend to do that when a) Lats isn't talking to me, or b) when they're saying something noteworthy). At any rate, Lats and I were enjoying our first course and the other group was vehemently in a discussion about politics and other random, interspersed topics when the oldest fellow in the group blurted out, "Areola, you know, like the nipple!". OH MY! Apparently, it was in reference to a name that his wife (I'm assuming) was trying to pronounce and her husband was giving her some pointers- no pun intended, people.
Oh my. I was rollin' from that comment and from the other antics at the restaurant, mostly from my sheer stupidity.
So after the whole French 3-course experience, we headed over to the Brooklyn area to walk the infamous bridge. The entire bridge was what I expected, but I DID NOT expect to be walking on boardwalk planks situated above moving cars- mind you, crazy-ass New York drivers were driving! Lats kept reminding me to look down and see the drop into the green, somewhat murky water. Man, everytime I looked down, my knees would get weak and my tummy would do a somersault.
Long story short- we made it across the bridge and sauntered over to the grandiose pizzeria, Grimaldi's Pizzeria. Our asses waited in line for about an hour, give or take some change...when we finally made it into the coveted indoors, it surely resembled a typical NYC eatery/restaurant- brick walls, narrow hallways, crowded tables, shoulder-to-shoulder, elbows touching, the whole kit-n-caboodle. I couldn't exactly tell whether the pizza was delicious because it simply was or due to the fact that we waited so long in line and succumbed to the hype and jumped on the bandwagon for the sake of the shared experience. It just goes to show that sometimes we all want what everyone else wants!
Okay, here's part two of my saga. I know, folks, this is getting long and drawn out, but I can't write the entire segment in one sitting. I'm just too darn busy these days! Stay tuned for the last and final segment of my rendezvous with the East coast.
No embellishments,
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