“Real McCain Of Genius #1: Houses”
I’m proud of my music/audio work on this video, produced by Olde English.
P.S. that is a choir of Jesse Novaks at 0:57
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A.R.E.A. BAGELS
Review in brief: They put too many eggs in the egg and cheese sandwiches — i don’t need an entire cheese omelette inside a bagel. (but I ate it anyway)SNL
I wish they would just bite the bullet and let Keenan Thompson play Obama instead of Fred Armison.
S.O.B.
I’m selling something on craigslist and I got a reply from someone whose email is sob@aol.com.
Restaurant Tales
Yesterday evening I had very bad customer service at a restaurant called Trattoria Mangia in Park Slope (which is where I live now.) Here is the play-by-play, beginning with me receiving my lasagna.
- After a bite or two I realize my lasagna is filled with completely frozen ground beef, which in my book is already a big fat sign that says “WE ARE VERY SORRY SIR, THIS MEAL IS ON THE HOUSE, ANYTHING YOU WANT” or something equally apologetic.
- I notify the waiter who says “Do not tell me this, I don’t want to hear this!” in a light-hearted way. I tell him I’d like to order something different. He rushes the lasagna back to the kitchen.
- The hostess comes over and asks me what I want to order instead. I ask for the Linguini Pesto.
- 15 minutes later, the busboy wordlessly places a plate of piping hot lasagna in front of me and lingers for a moment before leaving the table.
- I call my original waiter over and remind him that I had not ordered another lasagna, I had in fact ordered linguini. He goes over to the waitress to confirm.
- A few minutes later, the waiter brings a huge plate of pasta with clams or something over to the table. He sees our faces and says “You didn’t order this? Really?” and looks confused. I should point out here that there were maybe 3 other tables, max — not exactly a busy night.
- While this is happening, the busboy tries to snatch Libby’s salad away from her, with more than half of it left. I should note that this is a perfectly good salad that has only lasted her this long because she has patiently been waiting for me to get my food.
- The hostess brings me my linguini and asks if I need anything else. I say I would like a fork, since I have none.
- The busboy brings me a spoon. I point out the difference between spoons and forks to the hostess, who, to her credit, immediately understands.
- We eat our food.
- The hostess asks if we would like coffee or dessert. We say no.
- She brings us a dessert menu.
- The waiter comes and asks us we would like coffee or dessert. We say no, just the check.
- The check comes and nothing has been taken off the bill.
I guess in retrospect, the busboy seems to be the one who screwed up the most things (why couldn’t he just stick to bussing?) I was mad though, that the waiter hadn’t offered any kind of deal considering that I bit into a mouthful of frozen beef and had to wait a long time for my replacement pasta. In the end, I stiffed him about 2 dollars on the tip.
Surveillance
I just got the internet, and when you split the signal and run it into the TV to watch cable, there is a very mysterious channel (92) that runs real time surveillance-cam footage of prominent intersections in Manhattan.
WTF?