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May. 11th, 2008 10:26 pmSometimes I think that the airlines must be out to make sure people never want to fly with them again.
( Case in point: United. )
Anyway. The day I was home was nice. Got to Kinokuniya to pick up some magazines - mostly May issues, though they had the June Myojo.
Dinner (the whole reason I was there to begin with). Was. Amazing.
There's a place called The River Cafe in Brooklyn, right under the Brooklyn Bridge on, go figure, the river. You can see the South Street Seaport from the windows, and the Statue of Liberty if you're in the right seat. The meals are fixed price appetizer, main course, and desert at $98 and holy shit do you get your money's worth. Everything was well cooked, all the food was fresh, the mint in my mojito had probably been picked from an herb garden in the back.
The greeting room is made to resemble what could be a first class cabin off the Titanic, full of exquisite flowers and sakura trees that still had blossoms, and the entry into the actual restaurant is a covered gang-plank. They have live piano occasionally, and quite thankfully do not come out singing 'happy birthday' and trying to get the whole restaurant to join in.
( Case in point: United. )
Anyway. The day I was home was nice. Got to Kinokuniya to pick up some magazines - mostly May issues, though they had the June Myojo.
Dinner (the whole reason I was there to begin with). Was. Amazing.
There's a place called The River Cafe in Brooklyn, right under the Brooklyn Bridge on, go figure, the river. You can see the South Street Seaport from the windows, and the Statue of Liberty if you're in the right seat. The meals are fixed price appetizer, main course, and desert at $98 and holy shit do you get your money's worth. Everything was well cooked, all the food was fresh, the mint in my mojito had probably been picked from an herb garden in the back.
The greeting room is made to resemble what could be a first class cabin off the Titanic, full of exquisite flowers and sakura trees that still had blossoms, and the entry into the actual restaurant is a covered gang-plank. They have live piano occasionally, and quite thankfully do not come out singing 'happy birthday' and trying to get the whole restaurant to join in.