Rendezvous in the Loo

What's new in restaurant architecture these days? I discovered during my trip to NYC this past winter that the newest place for singles to meet each other is in the loo. Well, not exactly the toilet, but the washroom. We were having a drink at the Museum bar next to the MOMA. The Museum is a modern low lit bar restaurant with a gorgeous glass wall stacked with wine bottles and backlit to give a halo around each bottle. We sat and drank our cocktails on low flat modular leather benches. The wall next to us was a mural. Protecting the mural was a wall of glass. I eventually found my way to the mens' room just behind the mural. What caught me by surprise when I entered was to see a woman washing up in front of the basin. I immediately turned and walked back through the door. I looked carefully at the entrance and paused. When I walked back through the door the second time, I had finally realized the bathroom was communal, except for individually enclosed toilet stalls. They eliminated the ubiquitous urinal for guys, no big lost. That same weekend, we went to the Schilling's Liquor Bar and found they had the same arrangement. What's even more engaging, the wash basins face each other. It makes starting a conversation with that woman you're eyeing all night long, that much easier. Oh hey now I can rendezvous with the wife in the loo!

Soprano Inspired

There are two kinds of nuudles, the silly, fun, ha-ha kind and the stupid kind. I have to tell you that today and in fact on a previous occasion too, I had to do a double take when I came across this stupid kind of nuudle. Well, ok stupid can be harsh, but you judge for yourself.

I drive to work this morning tooling down 101 in lane two. I close in on this gold Grand Cherokee in lane three. I notice four little dots on the lift gate and I had to squint to see what they were. From a distant they looked like holes clustered ever so interestingly in a random sort of pattern. Random in that very recognizable way. You've seen it, on targets. So, I'm driving down the road wondering, is it real? Would someone actually drive around with bullet holes in his car? As I pass the truck, I finally could see that they are FAKE, dumb pasted stickers! f'ing FAKE bullet holes! The driver might as well walk around with one of those U shape arrows over his head pretending he just got shot with an arrow through his nuudle skull! How stupid it that? Argh! I don't get it. What's so amusing about putting fake bullet holes in your car. Someone must love Soprano too seriously.

Nuudle-head!

Not much nuudlings going on in the past couple of weeks, but I have to write about this morning. On this fine July 4th morning, we wake to the sound of rustling at the foot of the bed. Normally, we ignore the usual sound of our 'kids' (4 cats) playing in the bedroom, but this morning, mama senses something unusal. She and I both open our peepers. We lift our heads to look down the bed to see our troublemaker BooBoo thrashing his head side to side with a Kleenex tissue box completely over his head. BooBoo never ceases to amaze and amuse, Nuudlehead!