well, they probably thought i was strange with my threadbare 30 year old mets ski cap and polarized sunglasses which i had on the entire game. i highly recommend the filtered light for any night game, btw. very soothing.
and speaking of recommending, we stopped at an irish pub on the way out in queens where a friend of my friends worked as a bartender. our waitress was remiscent of the one who jack nicholson terrorizes in five easy pieces, yet this did not deter my friend from asking if the kitchen ought to remove the bun from his burger (low carb dieting) or should he do it himself, and also, what dressing she would recommend for the desultory chicken salad we would receive. her terse response: creamy italian. i suggested it wasnt exactly the place nor she the waitress for such probing questions. this wasnt fine dining (it was barely so-so dining), it was outerboro pub food. when they serve iceberg lettuce its not to be innovative. its not a artful wedge sprinkled with fairy dust dressing, its a flacid pile of chopped vegetable matter with a dollop of goo.
and as far as moments of artistry outside of endy chavez breath taking over-the-wall catch, it was quite a sight to see 50000 plus waving the white towels handed out at the gate upon entry. then when beltran struck out looking to end the game to see hundreds of these towels parachuting out of the stands (along with a few beers) was quite a lovely tribute to the death of a season.
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and speaking of recommending, we stopped at an irish pub on the way out in queens where a friend of my friends worked as a bartender. our waitress was remiscent of the one who jack nicholson terrorizes in five easy pieces, yet this did not deter my friend from asking if the kitchen ought to remove the bun from his burger (low carb dieting) or should he do it himself, and also, what dressing she would recommend for the desultory chicken salad we would receive. her terse response: creamy italian. i suggested it wasnt exactly the place nor she the waitress for such probing questions. this wasnt fine dining (it was barely so-so dining), it was outerboro pub food. when they serve iceberg lettuce its not to be innovative. its not a artful wedge sprinkled with fairy dust dressing, its a flacid pile of chopped vegetable matter with a dollop of goo.
and as far as moments of artistry outside of endy chavez breath taking over-the-wall catch, it was quite a sight to see 50000 plus waving the white towels handed out at the gate upon entry. then when beltran struck out looking to end the game to see hundreds of these towels parachuting out of the stands (along with a few beers) was quite a lovely tribute to the death of a season.
- dave 10-20-2006 8:38 pm