Henceforth, I christen thee: David Bacon. (If anyone asks you can pretend it's after Francis Bacon. You can say that you admire his contribution to the modern scientific method with his insistence that investigation should always begin with observable fact...and not because you just really, really love bacon.
On Saturday afternoon we met up with Sid, my brother's friend from college who now lives in SF. I took them for sandwiches at Love and Haight and my brother ate his first meal without meat ever. True story. Afterwards we fucked around the city all day and waiting until the last minute possible to do our...
After three hours at The Exploratorium (and we didn't even make it through the whole place!) we'd worked up an appetite and decided to head over Love N Haight (which is on Haight Street! Get it?) so that Leigh could experience their delicious veggie duck sandwich! (PS - Hey Tinny, Freddy Krueger's gonna be pissed when he finds out you swiped his EASTER SWEATER! Hahahaha!)
From the airport we immediately went over to the The Baghdad Cafe so I could get some dinner. Leigh said she wasn't hungry and didn't order any food (see what oversnacking on JetBlue will do to you?). But when my food showed up, she started pick, pick, picking away at my grub. Here's the pic I took of her helping herself right before I STABBED HER IN THE ARM with my fork. After dinner, we decided to go out for a quick nightcap drink at Amber, a bar right around the corner from my house and we ran into...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEIGH! Monday was Tinny's official birthday and I took her out for vegan treats at Red Bamboo. Just because it's a seitan Philly cheesesteak doesn't mean she can't make carnivorous faces while she tears into it.
Squinty Siege. After eating, we also went to a strip club, but they wouldn't let us in with cameras and a few other bars, but then it started pouring rain and we decided to call it a night and head back to NYC.
The Sunburnt Cow is an Australian-owned establishment. When I saw that they had "Kangaroo Steak" on the menu, I decided I had to try it. Here's Grant posing with my (weird-ass) dinner.
I met up for the traditional brunch with Fatty and Grant over at Theresa's on 2nd Ave. Here's Fatty with his new breakfast concoction, the JHam Sandwich. (Jam and ham, get it? Oh, you did? You were just too busy throwing up in your mouth? Ahh, I see.) *BURP*
...Samantha (shown here modeling the best queso I've ever eaten). They came to my hotel, picked me up and took me out for some late night (we're talking 5am) TexMex.
Before you read the following story - take a good, long look at this photo. Ok, ready? So after finishing his lunch, Fatty goes to the bathroom when he comes out, he asks Liz and I "Hey, why can't you flush the toilet if there's a train in the station?"
Me: "Huh?" Fatty: "There's a sign hanging in the bathroom. It says "Don't flush if train is at station." Me: "Oh, well train toilets used to empty out onto the tracks so when a train was in the station, they didn't want people flushing the toilets which would cause the entire train station to reek like shit and piss." Fatty: "Really?" Me: "Yeah, it was like that back in the day." Fatty: "Huh, that's neat."
--thirty seconds of silence--
Fatty: "So wait, why can't you flush the toilets in here?"
I tried explaining that the sign was there because the entire restaurant was decorated in a "train motiff," but Fatty didn't believe me. He told us that after he'd peed, he kept looking out the window for a trainstation to see if there was a train in it. Hahaha. In the end, I had to call our waitress over and get her to corroborate my explanation.
We still managed to somehow get caught in rush hour traffic leaving the city and it took us like 2 hours to get 45 miles away. Slightly discouraged, we decided to get some roadside food. And Fatty decided to make the best face ever.
Vic's famous chicken (known as "THE CONVERTER" because of its enticing aroma which has cased several vegetarians to let flesh pass their lips) and her fancily arranged salads.
On Tuesday, Victoria (the bestest roommate ever) cooked a special dinner and invited some people to our apartment to celebrate the fact that I ended up being offered the job to run the scavenger hunt company.
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