Category: Travel

On the advice of Eb’s brother Reza, we had dinner after the show at Sushi Seki, 1143 1st Ave. We started with the Crunch Shrimp and Asparagus appetizer, which as excellent: shrimp and asparagus coated in little fried balls of ginger-flavored coating the size of sesame seeds. We then had a spicy tuna roll and a seared tuna roll (good, but not great), some yellowtail sushi, and some toro (fatty tuna) sushi, which neither of us had tried before, but will definitely have again (though, at the price, not often, unfortunately): the texture was so light, it seemed to melt on the tongue.

Even though we got there at 11:30, it was packed (luckily, I had called the day before to make sue we could get in). They kept turning people away the whole time we were there, and they still had folks streaming in when we left. Understandable.

Taken with the iPhone.
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Radio City Music Hall is celebrating its 75th Anniversary.
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Big signs at Times Square.
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Is this a notice to caution the rats? Or are there a bunch of rats whose job it is to go around issuing cautions?
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At the Richard Rogers Theatre waiting for Cyrano de Bergerac to start. Our seats were on the front row on the aisle. It was as if they blocked the show for us there…fantastic.
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Times Square ticker after the show.
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Taken while running the gauntlet.

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David and I ate here for the first time when Joe Millet took the BCP Debate Team there in 1982 or ’83. He told us about how they’d go there in college (Mr. Millett graduated summa from Tulane) and dare each other to eat the Cannibal Salad (containing steak tartare), so, naturally, David had to do it. Some of the best burgers I’ve had.

Then there was the year before, when Mr. Hawkins took us to New Orleans for a tournament, and Phil LeMasters got us all to do the Whip It dance on Bourbon Street. Later that year, he awarded me the Phil the Baptist Award, but I forget for what.

Five years later, He, Mr. Rollins, and myself shared an apartment, where Phil would make bran muffins.

I have no idea how this post turned this weird.