Every night in NYC the usual suspects always managed to make it to the magical witching hour of 3:00 AM. After the second or third one of these (John is way better at the details, maybe I was drunker) Dave and I were meeting him and Steve for something to eat at Carnegies Deli. It was around 11:00 AM and I'd been for a walk to the Chrysler Building, a stunning piece of architecture...
I hadn't had any breakfast except for a Starbucks so by now I was pretty much starving and ready to put on the feedbag (who says that?). Dave and I got there first and the place was packed...
The hostess was a real New Yawkah and wouldn't seat us until we were all there. After John and Steve arrived we were lead down a small hallway into a back room and were seated at a table at the top of a small flight of stairs...
The view from our table, every wall is covered with autographed pictures of
celebrities and sports figures from the last I don't know how many years.
(Surprisingly enough they didn't want our photo and signature)...
The waiter was friendly and we placed our order right away, I think Dave had the corned beef, Steve had the Woody Allen and John and I ordered the Reuben...
The waiter asked us if we wanted to take the rest with us but we were headed to the Museum of Natural History and I didn't feel like lugging it around- although I was tempted to stuff the remains in the pocket of my cargo shorts to help keep my strength up for another 3 AM'er.
I couldn't believe it but I saw people order the cheesecake and it was about the same size as the sandwich...
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