These are some sculptures that were at The Lever House this past summer. Not sure if they are still there.
I am over 30 years old and still like Hello Kitty. While my hub drinks coffee from his Giants mug, I have a pink HK thermos. If I ever make it to Puroland in Japan, I will post pics.
I was out to dinner one day with my friends at Pizzeria Uno. One of their friends was this large Indian man. He had a very strong accent, and by this point, was extremely drunk. He proclaims "I fucking HATE Justin Timberlake". "Justin Timberlake fucks all the bitches...he fuck Janet Jackson, he fuck Cameron Diaz, he fuck the Britney Spears..fuck". "That mother fucker"! "In my next life, I want to be Justin Timberlake"!
We got our food, and he dug in. "What is wrong with these mashed potatoes? This is not mashed potatoes....what is this? " he asks. The waitress said "Its mashed cauliflower". He says "What, where are my mashed potatoes"? She then says "Sir, you ordered the Low Carb Plate". He says "Carb, carb? I thought it said low CRAB". The waitress was laughing at this point, and our friend just asked if they could please bring him some mashed potatoes.
He also fell down a flight of stairs in my friends house. Some people really know how to have fun. But in his defense, he did not see the stairs there.
It is Saturday night, the day after Halloween. Hubby and Mady are hungry. I phone in a food order at Aguapanela's, a Colombian restaurant near me on Queens Boulevard. After waiting 15 minutes, I pick up my food. I ordered a mini bandeja, Hub got milanesa neapolitana, and Mady got 4 empanadas (2 chicken, 2 beef). I got two bags worth of food, and trekked back home. Hub is taking the food out and says there are no empanadas! I ask if he is certain, and he is, we looked everywhere. Great. Plus he tells me the price seems a bit high, we look at the menu, and it is. Double great. I phone them to tell them about my predicament, they tell me to come back.
So across the Boulevard of Death I go again. I showed the guy at the register the bill, and he informed me they have a new menu, I checked, and the prices were correct. One solved. He apologizes for the lack of empanadas, I say OK. Then his boss comes over to me. He has a very inquisitive look on his face. He says "You did not receive the empanadas"? I say "No". He says "Are you sure"? I say "Yes, they were not in any of the bags". He then says "No, I know they were there- I put them in the bag myself". I said "And I know they were NOT there because they were NOT in any of the bags"! He then said "Show me". I asked "Show you? Show you what? The bags are at home". He said "Yes, OK, lets go, I go with you and you show me". This idiot wanted to go to my apartment with me so I could show him there were no empanadas? Who does this? Plus are we really gonna gyp them for 4 dollars? We could have hidden them or eaten them in that time. He then says "They were in a little white container, I placed it on top of one of the entrees". I said "Yes there was a little white container but that was the salad". Then he said "The salad...oh....OK I'm sorry..You're right". I make for you now fresh". UGH. Then he went to the back, and the man at the register said "Thats my boss, he's crazy". I laughed. After asking me to "please, sit", he gave me a coffee "on the house". Geez, thats the least they could have done.
This time, I checked the bag before I left to make sure. What ever happened to quality service? Plus, this place is never busy! Ever! There are a ton of Colombian restaurants I can go to in Jackson Heights, and they are better, IMHO.
I brought the leftover empanada for lunch the following Monday. It was chicken. Chicken is not as good as beef.
