Thursday, June 21, 2012

To Dive For

When I passed by my least favorite upscale restaurant earlier today, I thought back to the afternoon I was suckered into having a tea-sandwiches-and-Perrier lunch in there. One of my former bosses has a dehydration problem and she set her plastic bottle of Gatorade on the table. A waiter dashed over and told her to get it out of sight, especially since we were “sitting by the front window.”

Give me an Applebee’s or an I-95 truck stop flapjack shack any day.

My ancestors were peasants. They didn’t need a lot of frills or any airs to have a good time, and I’ve inherited and modernized that mindset (any airs I’ve ever put on have been for comedic effect). When I choose the restaurant/bar, unless it’s for a special occasion, no reservations need to be made and the meal/drinks fest is never ruined by having to continually overhear proclamations such as: “Well, it’s official, Evan and Kit finally bought a house in the Hamptons – but not East Hampton.”

I just consulted a website that belongs to one of lower Manhattan’s finest dive joints to confirm tomorrow night’s happy hour time frame. Reviewing a dive joint’s website can be almost as entertaining as being at the dive itself. One of the house rules this place lists is “no dancing on the tables.” (I read it and wept.)  But tomorrow’s supposed to be another scorcher, so I might bring my purple tin water bottle with me. It’ll go smack dab in the middle of the table, and nobody’s going to try and stop me.

8 comments:

  1. I like the way you think. My favorite spots typically have things stapled to the walls and regulars who'll let you know if you snag their normal seat :)

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  2. Same here, airs and flairs are reserved for comic relief.

    Enjoy the heat (or maybe not so much) it's cold here and I don't even want to get out of bed most days.

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  3. My favorite kind of shack is a clam shack in New England. Give me a beer and fried bellies and strips...ecstasy.

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  4. Well...sometimes I am one of those pretend people, whenever my super beautiful ego takes hold of my super weak mind..I just watch it, laugh at myself and then move on with my routine happy life...On the other hand, next time you are on I-95 try a truck stop...eggs and toasts are to die for. Love that recycled grease. So tasty. I think it is ok to be a little bit of everything...try every life flavor. Why not?

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  5. I'm with you - local and small and privately owned and no dress code. All the way. The only time I bend that rule is on special occasions, like vacations or birthdays, but even then I choose the upscale places where the waitstaff have tattoos and piercings, so I blend in. 8-)

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  6. You sound like we'd get along just fine! I'm a big fan of informal dining...I'd as soon have a hamburger or a pizza as have Beef Wellington! I just stopped by again from SITS to say hello! I know I've been by before, because I love the name of your blog!

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  7. I am the poster girl for dives. Can't agree with you more. One of my favorite dives closed recently - it was a dairy bar that made its own ice cream and was a very tasty luncheonette to boot. It's now gutted for more retail space. One more instance of "pave paradise and put up a parking lot." So sad. Gotta support these independent businesses. If we don't use it, we lose it!

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  8. Still with the leaky purple water bottle, eh? After reading this post, I know just the place to take you for breakfast the next time you visit!

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