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On the road to NYC...
Oct. 17th, 2004 08:42 pmI had the opportunity to go out last night with some people who I believe transcend the gulf between "fellow conference-goers" and "friends," and went out looking for trouble a place to eat after the conference was pretty much over.
We ended up going past the Queen Street subway station, where I herded myself and the group into the tube and we headed north two or three stops to Wellseley, where I intended to hie us all into the Japanese place I visited the other night. Instead, we spied an Indian restaurant across the street from the subway station and decided to go there for dinner.
Good choice.
Lydia S., who frequently eats at Indian restaurant, seemed like a kid let loose at FAO Schwartz in the immediate pre-Christmas season. I had some spicy lamb chops and much good conversation and companionship. Here are the happy diners:
On the way back downtown, I took leave of the group at the entrance to the station and wandered down a few yards to a shop across Yonge Street. There, I got a taro bubble tea for the road, so to speak, and went back to the subway. I got back downtown and got my car out of hock and set off for the U.S. of A.
Three hours later, I found myself at the Motel 6 in Rochester and slept the sleep of the righteous.
Come morning, I got back on the road and headed Long Island-ward.
About 8 hours later, I am home.
More later.
Cheers...
We ended up going past the Queen Street subway station, where I herded myself and the group into the tube and we headed north two or three stops to Wellseley, where I intended to hie us all into the Japanese place I visited the other night. Instead, we spied an Indian restaurant across the street from the subway station and decided to go there for dinner.
Good choice.
Lydia S., who frequently eats at Indian restaurant, seemed like a kid let loose at FAO Schwartz in the immediate pre-Christmas season. I had some spicy lamb chops and much good conversation and companionship. Here are the happy diners:
On the way back downtown, I took leave of the group at the entrance to the station and wandered down a few yards to a shop across Yonge Street. There, I got a taro bubble tea for the road, so to speak, and went back to the subway. I got back downtown and got my car out of hock and set off for the U.S. of A.
Three hours later, I found myself at the Motel 6 in Rochester and slept the sleep of the righteous.
Come morning, I got back on the road and headed Long Island-ward.
About 8 hours later, I am home.
More later.
Cheers...
