Thursday, October 12, 2006

 
Why trek all the way up to Central Park like everyone else and have a picnic with hundreds of ants in the glaring heat, when you can have a perfectly good evening picnic for free, away from the crowds, right here on the pavement on 2nd Avenue and 6th Street ?

For those of you loyal fans who don't know your beloved SP lives in the East Village, home of many fine and reputable Indian establishments. This romantic couple from Brooklyn were so excited about their tasty Indian dinner, they did not even bother to wait till they got home to eat it, ( very sensible as it would have been stone cold by the time they got home, they were on bikes and not the microwave type) so they simply laid their food out on the pavement and tucked in right there and then, not a napkin, plate or chair in sight.

Take this couple's example - Lovers, if you want to be really spontaneous and impress your date simply order food to take away and eat it on the ground outside the restaurant, rather than in the restaurant, which is the boring conventional way. All you need is some plastic forks and you are off. Your date will either find you a) primal. My man is so manly he has no need for the comforts of restaurants.

b) delightfully romantic in a Frank Sinatra singing in the rain whilst hugging a lampost i.e.streetlight kind of way. Chaps, you might even utter " With you baby, anywhere is heavenly as long as we are together" or something along these lines.

c)totally charming as you are so original, you can probably make a safe bet she has not eaten dinner sitting on the pavement or as you yankies say sidewalk before. Chances are she will be dying to tell her friends and a new craze will probably start - Malcolm Gladwell Tipping Point, you read it first here.

d) horrified, as her new designer togs were not designed for pavement dining. If she is wearing white, gentleman carry abundant handkerchiefs, be prepared. Ladies, you know which category you are in and if you are anything like me, quietly carry your own fresh, white, ironed cloth napkin in your bag so as he will not think you are too much of a spoilsport or snotty princess ( as opposed to Scotty princess) to eat from the ground. Posted by Picasa

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