jdel:
caro:
I used to live five blocks north of the East Village’s “Curry Corner.” One of these restaurants is the one in which Kate Hudson and Jay Mohr have the date from hell in 200 Cigarettes, but I can’t recall which one it is because “the one with the hot peppers in the window” is not specific enough.
(via Cityfile, Flickr user pamela.wang)
I also lived around the corner from here at one point, and one of my best friends from college lived one building over from this place (right above the Blue Door DVD/porn shop). You’d be amazed how many different ways you can put Taj Mahal in the name of a restaurant (Taj Mahal, Raj Mahal, Taj, etc).
I also lived a block from here for a few years. I enjoyed the occasional tenacity of the guys on the steps when they were looking to fill their seats.
This is the sort of thing I miss about the East Coast. Until I remember that I own a house. A WHOLE MUHFUGGIN’ HOUSE, BITCHES! ACROSS THE STREET FROM A BLUES CLUB. AND A GAY BAR. AND A PAWN SHOP.
Um, well, yeah, it starts to fall apart at some point, but believe me, it’s a muhfuggin’ nice house.
East Coast for Life, dickhead.
Oh whatever, PA isn’t really the east coast anyway. Do you have any Atlantic coastline? Hm?
I live around the corner from this now. It’s actually a bit annoying to walk past because for some reason large crowds like to congregate there and block the sidewalk. I suppose it must be difficult to choose one over the other.
