The Karaoke Queen, Peter and I took in the Bodies exhibit at South Street Seaport last Friday night.
The exhibit was incredible! This anatomical and dissection display really enhanced my understanding of the body. What an amazingly complex and beautiful machine it is.
I was especially impressed by the circulatory system exhibits. Dissection experts had teased every vein, artery and capillary out of one body, creating a sort of circulatory system on a hanger.
I don’t get to the city that often. We were blessed with a beautiful, cool fall night. The event was a delayed celebration of the Karaoke Queen’s birthday.
On the bus trip to the city, I managed to grab the wrong bag when I jumped off in Jersey. Damned thing looked exactly like my duffel bag. I called Trailways and they located the girl who’d taken my bag. So, at the end of our night out in Manhattan, we drove over to Brooklyn to swap the bags.
On the way, we passed by Junior’s, the iconic Brooklyn deli.
“That place is pure Brooklyn,” I said. “I’ve got to warn you, though... it’s calories be damned.”
“Why don’t we try it?” Peter and the Queen both suggested.
So we did. Decades ago, I lived in Ft. Greene Park, just down the street from Junior’s. I must have gained 20 pounds on their fried chicken, BBQ and cheesecake. Junior’s was one of the few things about Brooklyn that I enjoyed.
The joint was everything I remembered… garish, loud and tasty. If you loved broiled food, you’ll love this place. They broil a great hamburger (10 oz.!), steak and seafood. The Karaoke Queen could only put down half a burger. Peter slowly consumed a huge salad festooned with every kind of cold cut imaginable. I wolfed down the broiled salmon with a onion and bell pepper garnish.
The best part of Junior’s is the plate of free appetizers at the beginning of the meal… vinegary coleslaw, pickled beets and pickles. Unfortunately, they no longer serve the pickled cherry tomatoes and peppers… my favorites.
The Karaoke Queen and I finished off the meal with a piece of Junior’s strawberry cheesecake. Fresh strawberries in a compote! The Queen was so impressed that she bought a cheesecake to take home.
Back over the Manhattan Bridge to the city. As we drove by London Terrace on 23rd Street and 9th Avenue, I began to reminisce about the good old days when Myrna and I lived in the city. Thank God, Peter interrupted me before I could get started.
“These are the good old days,” he said.
He’s right. Great friends. A night out on the town in Manhattan. We had a great time.
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