More of food, work and the big city
Taking advantages of free hotel and the heck of fun around Times Square, I invited him down to the big city with me for our little so-called honeymoon we both need after a lengthy and lonely travel season I have had since September. That is one of the reasons why you haven't seen me around this area to update my journal. We bid good bye earlier this evening; he has to go back home and I have to stay for a few more days to complete my work in the big city. So here I am, back to the state of being lonely again and he is perhaps sitting/sleeping on Peter Pan bus somewhere along interstate 95.
Anyway, here are the photos of our days. Enjoy!
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Thursday
I spent most of my day on the 6. Hey, remember one of J. Lo's first albums when she just rose into the big music scene back in the late 1990s? She titled it "On the 6" as to metaphorically inscribing her Bronx-girl life with a literally "big-ass" dream to become somebody someday in the Big Apple by riding the 6 into Manhattan. Anyway, whenever I am riding the 6, I thought of her. Strange :)
He arrived around 2 pm, and I took him to Ruby Foo, an upscale Asian-fusion restaurant on 49th and Broadway. With a visually imposing Chinese style decor, the restaurant looks very aesthetically pleasing. The food was not that bad either, although the price is way too overwhelmed for similar tastes I could get at any mom-n-pop Asian restaurants in Chinatown. Nevertheless, we both had a great lunch, and the service staff was professional and friendly.
This is me in the middle of Times Square, before heading down to the underground subway. Hmm, the 20% photogenic luck is apparent in this photo.
I had a work assignment over in Queens that night and he ended up accompanying me to Forest Hills neighborhood. It took us almost an hour on the train to get to the final destination. After finishing my work, we took the train back to Chinatown for our late night dinner. Unable to think of any other places and we were skeptical of experimenting a new restaurant, we went to Thái Sơn, a Vietnamese restaurant on Baxter Street that we often frequented.
For all the years of training with my mother, I have never been satisfied with Vietnamese dishes offer at any Vietnamese restaurants because of the lack of authenticity and more often than not, the tastes were a bit "Americanized" to accommodate non-Vietnamese clientele. But somehow, the Phở at Thái Sơn was amazingly delicious that night.
I couldn't help but to slurp the noodles and the broth all together in five minutes. The service was not that bad but the waiter didn't give me enough bean sprouts and basil for my Phở. I gotta have lots of bean sprouts and basil to soften the fattiness of the broth, otherwise, the meat and noodles alone are too overwhelming for the taste. So that was me getting a little bit upset because of no bean sprouts and basils.
After dinner, we conveniently walked a few blocks over to Little Italy for our favorite orgasmic desert. It was around 10:30 pm, but the place was still packed with patrons. There were two wandering singers who kept serenading the patrons with various Italian love songs. We found ourselves sitting right in the middle of the hallway, orgasmically biting off the creamy and rum-filled tiramisu.
Remember my theory of 80% and 20% of photogenic luck the other day? This photo is an obvious evidence of my 80% un-photogenic look. I look ridiculously retarded. Perhaps that's my true orgasmic facial expression that I have never had the chance to see. (oops, that's too much of a rated-R information but hey, we are all adults *wink*). Nevertheless, the tiramisu at Ferrara has never failed me with its heavenly taste. We went back the next day and bought one whole cake instead of a few slices. Crazy people, aren't we?
That's a wrap.
More photos to come later on.
P.S. this entry is backdated to Thursday, but was actually written on Sunday :)
Anyway, here are the photos of our days. Enjoy!
-/-
Thursday
I spent most of my day on the 6. Hey, remember one of J. Lo's first albums when she just rose into the big music scene back in the late 1990s? She titled it "On the 6" as to metaphorically inscribing her Bronx-girl life with a literally "big-ass" dream to become somebody someday in the Big Apple by riding the 6 into Manhattan. Anyway, whenever I am riding the 6, I thought of her. Strange :)
He arrived around 2 pm, and I took him to Ruby Foo, an upscale Asian-fusion restaurant on 49th and Broadway. With a visually imposing Chinese style decor, the restaurant looks very aesthetically pleasing. The food was not that bad either, although the price is way too overwhelmed for similar tastes I could get at any mom-n-pop Asian restaurants in Chinatown. Nevertheless, we both had a great lunch, and the service staff was professional and friendly.
This is me in the middle of Times Square, before heading down to the underground subway. Hmm, the 20% photogenic luck is apparent in this photo.
I had a work assignment over in Queens that night and he ended up accompanying me to Forest Hills neighborhood. It took us almost an hour on the train to get to the final destination. After finishing my work, we took the train back to Chinatown for our late night dinner. Unable to think of any other places and we were skeptical of experimenting a new restaurant, we went to Thái Sơn, a Vietnamese restaurant on Baxter Street that we often frequented.
For all the years of training with my mother, I have never been satisfied with Vietnamese dishes offer at any Vietnamese restaurants because of the lack of authenticity and more often than not, the tastes were a bit "Americanized" to accommodate non-Vietnamese clientele. But somehow, the Phở at Thái Sơn was amazingly delicious that night.
I couldn't help but to slurp the noodles and the broth all together in five minutes. The service was not that bad but the waiter didn't give me enough bean sprouts and basil for my Phở. I gotta have lots of bean sprouts and basil to soften the fattiness of the broth, otherwise, the meat and noodles alone are too overwhelming for the taste. So that was me getting a little bit upset because of no bean sprouts and basils.
After dinner, we conveniently walked a few blocks over to Little Italy for our favorite orgasmic desert. It was around 10:30 pm, but the place was still packed with patrons. There were two wandering singers who kept serenading the patrons with various Italian love songs. We found ourselves sitting right in the middle of the hallway, orgasmically biting off the creamy and rum-filled tiramisu.
Remember my theory of 80% and 20% of photogenic luck the other day? This photo is an obvious evidence of my 80% un-photogenic look. I look ridiculously retarded. Perhaps that's my true orgasmic facial expression that I have never had the chance to see. (oops, that's too much of a rated-R information but hey, we are all adults *wink*). Nevertheless, the tiramisu at Ferrara has never failed me with its heavenly taste. We went back the next day and bought one whole cake instead of a few slices. Crazy people, aren't we?
That's a wrap.
More photos to come later on.
P.S. this entry is backdated to Thursday, but was actually written on Sunday :)