I’d been jonesing for some roast pork and won-ton soup for a couple weeks. So I head over to Ollie’s Noodle Shop near Lincoln Center.
The food was it’s usual tasty, but not haute self. But I love the scenery of eating there, that is the other diners. Most of the time, this is compounded by your being packed in nearly check to jowl with them.
On a previous trip, Skipp Sudduth (of Third Watch and who I saw in South Pacific) was at the next table.
Tonight, well it’s hard to explain. I was sitting next to two teenage boys who were talking about (among other things):
- Whether they could whistle/raise one eyebrow/roll their tongues/and a long list of other “genetic abilities”
- Whether women could make them laugh (one said yes, the other said no)
- Why girls did or didn’t like them
- How one guy’s father always talked to him like he was the audience for his father’s podcast!
Hmm, I’m not sure it comes across on the page. (The screen?) But it was all I could do to keep my head in my newspaper and not stare and laugh.
It’s the first time I’ve been up here since the Lincoln Center Barnes and Noble closed. R.I.P. Also, the 7 o’clock showing of Of Gods and Men
at the Lincoln Plaza Theatre was sold out an hour before showtime, which augers well for the prospects of the film. America needs more monastic witness.
As I walked by the Mormon Temple up there, I peeked in the glass at the side of the doors. I’d walked by before, but never thought to do that! You could see the folks walking around inside in their all white temple garb
. The aforementioned Barnes and Noble had a huge section on Mormonism, which puzzled me until I spotted the (relatively understated) temple across the street.