didn't even get no static from the cowards
I didn't want to leave the house yesterday, but I did, and I am glad. Here's why:
- Ran in to Pacey and his friend at the movie theater. They were going to the same movie and also got shut out of the screening they (and we) wanted. We all settled for the later show. Pacey is way thinner than he was when I saw him last (at "SNL", many years ago) and is adorable, but could clearly use a sandwich. His ladyfriend seemed fun and smiley and was exceptionally pretty.
- Stromboli Pizza. Delight. And one slice + diet soda = me still sort of being a good girl.
- Spotting Jamie Gillis at the farmer's market.
Hey, that looked like that porn guy. Jamie something.
Huh?
You know, from all the '70s movies.
Jamie Gillis? Did he look creepy and have gray hair?
Yep.
Then that was him. Let's find him!
We did, and I was right. Yay! - Discovering this artist in Union Square.
- And then "The Departed." Yes, I've seen "Infernal Affairs," and yes, I thought this was great. And I loved the ending, so there.
posted by j @ 10:58 AM
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Damn, girl, you didn't even have to use your A-K!
I love that art! Love it love it love it! I miss Stromboli! I miss you! :-*
Not for nothin', but Strombolli's kinda stinks. Next time, walk to 6th and go to Ray's on 11th street. Way, way better. `Tis true. Failing that, I'd cite Joe's where Bleeker meets Carmine, but that's sadly gone. Last choice: Pizza Box on Bleeker (espesh if you can sit outside in the garden.
Strombolli's? The owner's nice, but the slices don't cut it.
Wrong. Ray's on 11th is greasy, cheese is too heavy. The best pizza is all about sauce, and Stromboli has exactly the right level of sweet.
After living withing an angry brick toss of Strombolli's for over a decade, I can heartily assure you -- nice though the owner may be -- the pizza there tastes like ASS!
When I need pizza advice from a Manhattanite, I'll ask. This will be some time after the locusts, mind you.
Who better than a native Manhattanite to opine about Manhattan pizza?
The reason it is so hard to find a decent slice in Manhattan is because of Manhattanites, who seem to believe the bigger, greasier and more cheese laden (and cracker crispy, ugh) the better. No subtlety, no appreciation of sauce.
Well, see there ya go -- nine times out of ten, it's the sauce that screws up a good slice, and this problem is especially prounounced at Stromboweli's. Crappity!
Oh my God. You continue to be wrong. You know very well that even your wife is on my side, and wives are always right.
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