They’re supposedly well known in such circles. All I know is I can’t stand them. I guess this is the inherent problem with being in a league at Brooklyn Bowl.
…it’s really, really hard to resist the temptation to change the name of “Snowpocalypse 2011” to “It snows in winter. Deal with it.” or “I’m a big wuss who can’t deal with 3 inches of snow.”
If this keeps up, they’re going to need “Snowpocalypse January 26, 2011” and “Snowpocalypse January 12, 2011” and so on…
This article was published in October 2000, but it’s still bad ass.
For as little as $100—that’s $25 each for a meal that would ultimately cost close to $375 per head—I had jumped what was rumored to be a 2,700-person waiting list and gotten into the hardest restaurant in the world that week. Also, I had shot the moon. And I had done it by following a set of rules so old-fashioned that my grandmother could have written them: Dress properly, act dignified, be polite, smile. And spend a little extra for good service—it will pay you back in droves.
Absolutely love this article. I first read it a few years ago, but I’ve revisited it a couple of times since. In fact, I was just talking about it the other day, specifically the part about Le Bernardin turning the money down when they couldn’t help.
Sadly, I’ve never actually tried this. I’ve got to imagine that OpenTable has alleviated some of this need, as they’ve democratized the reservation-making process (even if lots of places don’t publish every table.)
Edit/Follow-up, One Day Later: I wonder how this trick might work at The John Dory Oyster Bar. (http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/26/dining/reviews/26rest.html — http://dinersjournal.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/01/25/no-reservations/)
The company I’m consulting for has a PowerPoint presentation prepared for client meetings to pitch a new product. On one slide, there’s an image of a guy writing some calculations on a whiteboard. He’s seen as if you, the reader, is in the whiteboard watching him, so the writing all appears backwards.
One of his calculations equals out to the number ‘9009.’
This, naturally, displays as ‘POOP.’
So, awesomely professional for a client presentation. Also, I’m 4 years old.
The Jayhawks were absolutely incredible last night. The songs from Tomorrow The Green Grass sound just as good live today as they did in 1995.
Now, it’s off to Pony Bar to continue the birthday weekend celebration…
That’s the day when, as a college freshman, I went to the Blockbuster Desert Sky Pavilion (now apparently called the Cricket Wireless Pavilion) in Phoenix to see Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers. As I recall, Petty was really excellent, and while my musical tastes have shifted & grown and I haven’t listened to him in years now, I’d still call myself a fan.
The important part there was the opener: The Jayhawks.
I’d never heard of them before, though I did recognize one song (Blue) as the opening theme to some show on VH1, but I was absolutely blown away, and memory tells me I was way more into them than I was into Petty in the end. The next day, I went down to Zia Records and grabbed their newest album, Tomorrow The Green Grass. Wow.
I was upset when Mark Olson left the band, knowing how much what made them great was the give & take between he and Gary Louris. I was encouraged when they started touring together a year or two back, though I never made it to any of those shows.
Tomorrow The Green Grass is still, to this day, one of the most played albums I’ve ever owned, and is without a doubt in my Top 5 All-Time Favorites.
Imagine my surprise when they announced two shows at (local cesspool) Webster Hall, one night performing Hollywood Town Hall in its entirety and one night playing, you guessed it, Tomorrow The Green Grass. I jumped on tickets the second they went on sale. The show is tonight.
I haven’t seen The Jayhawks perform live in nearly 16 years, and I’m going into this show with ridiculous high expectations, with so much at play in my head: the memories of a 19 year old me hearing them for the first time, the hundreds of plays I’ve given the album, and with a 3 month spam where my live has changed drastically (getting married, starting a job after a nearly-two-year spam of unemployment). I’m nervous, but optimistic.
This is about as good a way as any I can think of to kickoff my birthday weekend…
Another article in the series entitled “Why Heather hates living in New York.”
Agree. Murray Hill has long been high on the list of neighborhoods I’ve never wanted, and refused, to live in.
