Enter the Grotto

Hidden beneath the street, down on Forsyth where the LES bleeds into Chinatown, is a Grotto. This Italian restaurant is swankily done with dark wood paneling and brass portholes. Entrees run from $12-25 and the cheapest bottle of vino rosso is $36. I had the a veal special with mashed potatoes and asparagus. It was had a hint of lemon, lots of butter, and was perfect. There is nothing remarkable about the place, but I recommend it for taking visiting guests or a date night.

– City Search Review
– NY Metro Review
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So Lost finished up last night. SPOILERS AHEAD. Here is what I wrote to Mike:

I was not as satisfied as I wanted to be (heard that before, ba-dum cha!). If all you had to do was turn a key to "save the world" and you had lots of free time, I bet you could construct a remote key turning mechanism.

This show pisses me off because rather than have a plot, it just straight up introduces artificial tension and release, ie need to push a button, push the button.

Also, why do they talk like they can't talk? Why didn't Desmond say, "Oh, by the way, your Dad stole all my letters."

Why did the Kurgen paint an invisible map? Why did Ecko blow himself up? Why did Emily DeRaven suddenly start re-liking a demented hobbit (and further more if I knew where she lived I would stalk her like mad)?

I think Penelope's father is running Dharma and used his crazy research project to ensnare Desmond. She found out and only knows that he is trapped near an electromagnetic experiment somewhere. So she used her money to hire two Russian scientists to try and locate her father's secret experiment, and thus save her lover.

I may have to quit this shit like cigarettes.

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Sites of the Day:

– Via Deadspin, a wonderful Japanese instructional video explaining American Football. I'll admit, it is a confusing game.

– Via many sites, including Marty Z, a fun to click infinite zooming picture. I wish I could do this with all my Pics of the Day.

– And finally, (via Metafilter), feel good and sad at the same time, watch Mr. Rogers speak to Congress in 1969. Warning, this one may choke you up.

Hidden beneath the street, down on Forsyth where the LES bleeds into Chinatown, is a Grotto. This Italian restaurant is swankily done with dark wood paneling and brass portholes. Entrees run from $12-25 and the cheapest bottle of vino rosso is $36. I had the a veal special with mashed potatoes and asparagus. It was had a hint of lemon, lots of butter, and was perfect. There is nothing remarkable about the place, but I recommend it for taking visiting guests or a date night.

– City Search Review
– NY Metro Review
…

So Lost finished up last night. SPOILERS AHEAD. Here is what I wrote to Mike:

I was not as satisfied as I wanted to be (heard that before, ba-dum cha!). If all you had to do was turn a key to "save the world" and you had lots of free time, I bet you could construct a remote key turning mechanism.

This show pisses me off because rather than have a plot, it just straight up introduces artificial tension and release, ie need to push a button, push the button.

Also, why do they talk like they can't talk? Why didn't Desmond say, "Oh, by the way, your Dad stole all my letters."

Why did the Kurgen paint an invisible map? Why did Ecko blow himself up? Why did Emily DeRaven suddenly start re-liking a demented hobbit (and further more if I knew where she lived I would stalk her like mad)?

I think Penelope's father is running Dharma and used his crazy research project to ensnare Desmond. She found out and only knows that he is trapped near an electromagnetic experiment somewhere. So she used her money to hire two Russian scientists to try and locate her father's secret experiment, and thus save her lover.

I may have to quit this shit like cigarettes.

…

Sites of the Day:

– Via Deadspin, a wonderful Japanese instructional video explaining American Football. I'll admit, it is a confusing game.

– Via many sites, including Marty Z, a fun to click infinite zooming picture. I wish I could do this with all my Pics of the Day.

– And finally, (via Metafilter), feel good and sad at the same time, watch Mr. Rogers speak to Congress in 1969. Warning, this one may choke you up.