VLVL Danish

[Tim Strzechowski]

Now HERE's a passage that will have Mr. Glenn Scheper chompin' at the bit!



> Me, I largely lived off, er, hot nuts and
> meat-on-a-stick (oh, what a giveaway ...) for ten
> days, as I never once stopped for lunch whilst running
> from museum to museum to theater to ....  My hostess
> was on the Atkins diet, but she did get me a carton of
> orange juice, a box of Grape Nuts Flakes and a gallon
> of milk for breakfast.  Going out for dinner was
> interesting.  A Polish restaurant where everything
> came with side orders of cucumbers and beets (this I
> was used to, as my grandparents were second
> generation) and a glass of pear juice (this I wasn't
> quite so well acquainted with ...).  An Indian place
> that, being a long, mirror-lined corridor festooned
> with red chili pepper Christmas tree lights, had the
> ambiance of an electric disco colon (this is a
> recommenation, by the way ...).  A middle eastern
> place where we made one of the busboys read our
> fortunes in the coffee silt (me, I apparently needed a
> new bed, and, lo and behold, I'm now moving ...). 
> Burger King at midnight in a Times Square strangely
> devoid of peep shows, prostitution, intravenous drug
> use, and sailors brawling with Marines, me with a
> veggie burger and a diet Dr. Pepper and her with four
> doubl cheeseburgers miuns the buns but with a pile of
> pickles, lettuce, and mayonnaise packets (reverse
> Jack/Mrs. Sprat here, by the way ...).  That enormous
> cheesecake place in downtown Brooklyn, with only me
> eating cheesecake (pile of sausage for her).  And
> every bar with country & western on the jukebox and $2
> Pabst Blue Ribbon (which I won;t drink here 'cos of
> the labor problems, but ...), including Coyote Ugly
> (male bartender, no dancing, no abuse, thank God) ...
>