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Recently I read a posting about Shopsinâs on the internet that said something like, âThe food isnât that great and the service sucks!,â he recalled in his book. 'I wanted to write back, âAnd itâs expensive, too!â But I didnât,' he added, 'because then they would have had my email address.
Kenny Shopsin, Brash Owner of a Quirky Restaurant, Dies at 76 - The New York Times
Cadillac Grille, Jackson, Wyoming
From Restaurant Design (1987)
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SoulCycle feels gross, is gross and Iâm grateful to have found it. If youâve ever suspected youâd be into it, get over yourself and go.
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not knowing the name of a meme and having to describe it in google like a fucking animal
me when what i now know as the âexpanding brainâ meme started
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The restaurant isnât just brilliantly lit; itâs a veritable cure for seasonal affective disorder.
Augustine Is an Instant Keith McNally Classic - Eater NY
My feet hurt, my head was pounding, and I had to sit down. I went into a movie house. I didnât know what was playing or anything; I just needed a moment to gather my thoughts and be logical and put the world back into rational perspective. And I went upstairs to the balcony, and I sat down, and the movie was a film that Iâd seen many times in my life since I was a kid, and I always loved it. Iâm watching these people up on the screen and I started getting hooked on the film. I started to feel, how can you even think of killing yourself, I mean isnât it so stupid. Look at all the people up there on the screen, theyâre real funny, and what if the worst is true. What if there is no God and you only go around once and thatâs it. Well, ya know, donât you wanna be part of the experience? You know, what the hell itâs not all a drag. And Iâm thinking to myself, Jeez, I should stop ruining my life searching for answers Iâm never gonna get, and just enjoy it while it lasts. And after who knows, I mean maybe there is something, nobody really knows. I know maybe is a very slim reed to hang your whole life on, but thatâs the best we have. And then I started to sit back, and I actually began to enjoy myself.
â Woody Allen, Hannah and Her Sisters
(via Phil Hartman SNL Audition - YouTube)
Going out isnât automatically more romantic than staying in, but sometimes, even once a year, you should go to a wonderful bar and stay there until they throw you out. Blow the rent money on two perfect martinis side by side, or fly to that little bar in Tangier, where itâs always quarter to 3 and the barman has a degree in Frank Sinatra. Ignore the health warnings, the sage advice, the calorie counters, the sleep addicts: Every great bar is a breath of paradise, and the best ones know, in their gleaming surfaces, what Proust meant when he said that the true paradises are the paradises we have lost.
A Love Letter to Drinking in Bars - The New York Times (via bigdumbmanreferencelibrary)
One night, at around 4 in the morning, as another recording session cascaded to an end, Spector stumbled out of his booth and into the studio. In one hand, he held a .45 revolver; in the other, a half-empty bottle of Manischewitz sweet kosher wine. He put his arm around Cohenâs shoulder and shoved the revolver into the singerâs neck. âLeonard,â he said, âI love you.â Not missing a beat, Cohen replied, âI hope you do, Phil.â The rest is commentary.
Phil Spector and Leonard Cohenâs Forgotten Masterpiece â Tablet Magazine
When Luis Herrera Campins was running for president of Venezuela against the ruling party in 1978, his American consultant David Garth devised a two word slogan that hit home: âYa Basta!â (or, as a real New Yorker would put it, âEnough Already!â). This was never going to be her year, and Hillary Clinton should have had the special kind of political courage and personal self-awareness to know it: Her time had passed.
The Fall of the House of Clinton | Vanity Fair