Last week, day before Thanksgiving, we were fortunate/stupid enough to be in the city. We were there on a mission. Fran has a cousin, Rachel. Rachel has a car & an apartment in NYC. The two don't make good nice with one another. So she has sought us out to help her sell it. We just had to go pick it up.
So we found ourselves uptown on Thanksgiving Eve and thought "Hey don't they inflate the parade balloons 'round here?". Indeed they did. But we had no idea of the catastrophe involved. This was right up there with New Years Eve in Times Square all squeezed into two blocks just west of Central Park. Strongly outnumbered by seemingly disappointed 6 year olds, we attempted to enjoy the sight, but it was surprisingly disturbing, as upon their inflation the beloved cartoon balloons are strapped and netted to the pavement like they just committed a hate crime or something. It was odd, but we did it, and never will again.
Consider this a noir tribute to the Thanksgiving parade:
We met up with Rachel halfway thru the balloon brouhaha followed shortly by this photo op
Fran & Travis with Kermit watching over us
But that wasn't where the fun ended. We decided to have dinner before venturing into Queens where Rachel's car was parked, and as the official advocates for Indian food amongst our family and friends, the choice of cuisine wasn't really up for debate. Tracking down a good place without a long wait however proved a daunting task. Somehow we were lucky enough to hop into a cab whose driver himslf had a taste for the curry sauce and knew exactly what to do. After about 15 blocks of him divulging more information than we were interested in hearing we arrived. Abul, we later learned his name, jumped out and asked us to wait in the cab while he got us a table. After about ten minutes of more uncomfortable & relatively incoherent conversation we were escorted inside to the corner table and handed menus. Now that was service. It was only after we devoured quite a delectable collection of Indian dishes that we learned that Abul the cab drive was also Abul the Indian Food Restaurant owner. It was a little odd that he knew exactly how many people the place seated.
Travis, Abul, Fran & Rachel looking fairly tough & really hungry
The rest of the night went as planned. The subway took us to Queens from where we headed back across town and dropped Rachel off in front of her place. It was an interesting night to say the least and I'm glad I am finally getting to meet more of Frans family. Hopefully we'll see more of her, since we do live so close......and we got her car and all.
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