Rendezvous

Since the dawn of time, the Sun and the Moon have had their own special places in the astrological belief systems of the mankind. Superimposed upon their own cycles of the solstice and the equinox, they were believed to be teachers of the natural cycles of life. Within the cycle, therein lied a period in which the Sun and the Moon meet, and it was at this point, when something important was believed to be conceived; a thought, an idea, or perhaps a project. This year with a lil effort from a mere mortal who seized the opportune moment of a long American holiday weekend, mankind was able to witness this grand conjunction in one the liveliest cities in the world: Ne-----w fuckin' York, babyeeeeee!

I suppose you could argue that the efforts put forth pales in comparison to traveling half way across the world in remembrance of one's highschool roots, but I say we should give it up to Moon who traveled all the way from the bay area, and to a lesser degree, Slim who traveled from the former steel central/current ketchup central to meet up with Sun Kyun Lim esq. who, thankfully, was able to keep the Ph balance at a kosher 7. =)


Well, so the weekend started off on the unsuspecting September Friday night the 3rd with a meet up of the two non-residents at the Newark airport and was quickly followed by the first of many culinary ventures at a joint called Vespa where the three stuffed their empty stomachs. I should say that the food was decent, but nothing spectacular. The veal was down right not worth the money, actually, but the lasgana was pretty good, and the skirt steak was ok. What made up for the food, fortunately, was the atmosphere of the patio, which was excellent. I can imagine going there with a bunch of friends sitting on the patio just talking the night away with a drink on one hand and some finger food on the other dipping deep into that goat cheese stuff the waiter failed to pursued us to order. But I would pass on the entree. =P The service was slightly on the obnoxious side, but that may be expected from being waited on by a guy who has problems covering up his outgoing Italian roots. I suppose the situation does merit a special case moniker given that he had to deal with an outgoing Corean patron with a fro, too. =P

That was it for our first night at the city that never sleeps, but it was enough to set the upbeat tone for the rest of the weekend. ;)