I have been slacking as of late and I apologize. You would think that all I ever do up here is eat fancy food and smoke expensive cigars. Sure I do that but not all of my meals are from 3 star Michelin restaurants. I mean some even come from food trucks. Now there are those who think that Food Trucks and Food Carts are disgusting and you risk getting food poisoning if you eat from them. Personally I don’t think that anyone serving food from a food cart would want to kill off their paying guests.
Back when we were in Mexico last summer. You know the trip I am talking about, it was the one that RJ knocked up Mallory. During the trip RJ and I were walking down the street and found a line of people at a food cart. I naturally get on line and RJ looks at me like I am crazy. I tell him that the universal sign of a good food cart is a long ass line. As far as the meal I ate in Mexico, it was damn good and pretty cheap. (Shout Out to my Boy RJ on the anniversary of him circling the sun. Lot of good shit has happened in 4 years since he turned 40.)
If you are ever on 6th Avenue at 53rd street you will find a similar line pretty much every damn day and at all hours of the day and night. This line that you wonder about? None other than The World Famous Halal Guys. The story goes that back in 1990 the majority of the cab drivers were Muslim and they were always looking for Halal Food Meat and Rice dishes. Traditionally the only carts in New York were Dirty Dishwater Dogs but 3 guys; Mohammed Abouelenein, Abdelbaset Elsayed and Ahmed Elsaka (yes I looked this shit up from the website) started cooking on the first halal meat food truck at 53rd and 6th Ave. Basically it was the first drive thru since the cars would pull up by the Hilton to get a taxi. Demand was great and naturally this menu became a very popular late night drunk food (I have no idea what you are talking about) and next thing they knew Boom, the Halal Guy’s Food Mania was born.
Now while I was getting some backstory on this they actually have franchise rites so I will make a deal with someone in Memphis. If you talk to someone who would open up a Gus’ Fried Chicken Franchise up here I will help get 38103 a Halal Guys Food Truck. As far as the food from the cart. It is damn good. Even if you are stone cold sober on a Monday at lunch.
The line was relatively light on the day that I visited it this past Monday.
The Founders and Owners
So good and only 8 bucks for a platter like this but a word to the wise – Go Easy on the Hot Sauce. It is burn your ass hot!
Beware guys, this isn’t your normal Hot Sauce. The White Sauce is pretty good too!
Have a good day and next time you see a food cart or truck go support them.
One of the perks that Mrs. Trumpet has at work in addition to all the free office supplies she can steal is that she can get free New York Yankees tickets on occasion. This past Friday we got some tickets and invited the Asian Fireman and his family. This was the first Yankees game for Fee and C-Man and they were pumped to say the least. We headed up on the 4 train and were greeted with an hour and 45 minute rain delay. The kids were great and only cost their parents a couple hundred bucks with Yankees Swag, junk food and naturally cotton candy. The game was not much in terms of offense but the kids had a great time. We got to hang out with the Asian Fireman and Asian Fireman’s wife and catch up.
Needless to say there were some upset Philly Fans by this picture. Wee Fee also graduated from Kindergarten earlier in the day and had her first Subway ride in the day too!
The Tarp was still on the field but thankfully Mrs. Trumpet got our tickets out of the elements.
Heading home. C-Man and Fee had a blast. And for those of you wondering, we are National League fans so being a Yankees fan is ok. Unless the Cubs or the Cardinals play the Yankees then it is game on!
A while back I was going to do a joint day with one of my fellow tour bus ticket sellers. His territority is south of mine near Grand Central Station. He told me to meet him in Grand Central Station which if you have never been before it is effin huge. I get to the station a couple minutes early and he was running late. I tell him to meet me at the SNL clock in the main terminal. Below the SNL clock is an information station for tourists. While I was standing there I overheard about a dozen question exchanges by tourists. Now for someone who has lived here for some 685ish days some of these questions were hard to give directions. Here are some examples of the questions;
Q – “How do I get to Scarsdale?” A – “Track 16 and the train leaves in 5 minutes”
Q – “Can I buy my ticket on the train?” A – “Yes but you can get a cheaper ticket over at the kiosks.”
Q – “How do we get to JFK and the AirTrain?” A – “You would need to take the E Subway line to JFK and transfer there?”
Q – “How do we get to the Statue of Liberty?” A – “You would need to take the Subway to the Staten Island Ferry?”
Q – “Where does President Trump Live?” A – “The White House, you need to go to Union Station to ride Amtrak.”
Q – “Where can I get one of those cheap knock-off Fendi Purses?” A – “Canal Street or any corner in Midtown.”
Q – “Those guys with the large guns hanging around the front entrance, what are they here for?” A – “Bad Guys”
Q – “Do you know if those hotdog vendors are serving food that is safe?” A – “If you eat one everyday for a year it may kill you but you will be ok.”
Q – “Do you know how to get to Chik-Fil-A on 6th Avenue?” A – “Yeah but why?”
A couple weeks back we went up to the Bronx for the Yankees game and then for a birthday party celebration for Gumatta Jenny. While we were waiting for dinner in Morris Park we found an Albanian bar that we grabbed a drink. As we were walking back to the car we came across a flower shop. In the windows it seemed a ‘little off’ in that the front window display were plastic flowers. Let me type that out again for you. THEY HAD FUCKING PLASTIC FLOWERS in the window. Am I missing something here?
Yep, something is defiantly wrong here.
They were more fake than the “Damn Neighbor’s” cans
I am guessing that this store is a ‘front’ for something. What do you think?
You remember the Swarm app that was all the rage a couple years back? It probably still is but my ADHD got the best of me and I moved on. One of the things that everyone was trying to get were the badges. At first it was the Swarm badge then I guess mayorships was the next thing everyone went after. I kind of got self conscious when the app would tell me that I have checked into a bar X times in a row in a given week. To be the mayor of one bar was fine but 5 of the main downtown bars….. yeah that may be a cry for help.
The team that I work with selling double decker bus tour tickets to tourists has a “group chat” thread that we use regularly. Normally it is for a specific question that one of the 8 on the team can answer. Sometimes the thread can get silly such as “when and where we are going to meet for an hour of happiness” or something similar. Yesterday the thread went the way of celebrity stalking. You have all read about my seeing different celebrities and stuff like that but there has alway been that one purple unicorn that I never could find. The celebrity in question; Jerome Allen “Jerry” Seinfeld.
If you haven’t picked up yet, I am a big fan of the show. Now that we live up here the show even hits home more since we picked up on the little nuances that is living in New York. To see Jerry Seinfeld in New York is like running into Regis Philben or in my case Eric Rupert. *Grainbin Girl – guess who petted white dog since her blind ass ran into his shoe waiting to get into the Citibank ATM.* Don’t hate the player.
Anyway like I said earlier, the group thread went to celeb stalking yesterday when DM reported that Seinfeld was on the corner of E57 & Madison and included a photo. I was meeting DM and some others a block from that area so I made it a point to swing by and sure enough there he was shooting a commercial.
I guess the only one I left on my New York scorecard is Drea De Matteo and Uncle Junior.
I must have had the Jackass magnet on when I left the apartment Monday morning. I knew it was going to be a ‘special’ day when I walked out of the building and one of the little fuckers sweet children in the building rolled over my foot on his Razor. I did feel better when accidently ‘hip checked’ him into the planter. That aught to teach him a lesson.
But I digress. I made my way to the Q platform at E72nd street and got to the middle of the platform. For some reason the Q was packed yesterday morning. I shoehorned my ass on the train and found a spot next to one of the center poles. As the doors were shutting, I heard the sound that all New Yorkers groan. “Excuse me everybody, I apologize but I…..” as an older African American male went into his story of how he hit on hard times. Normally the speech and the time to walk through the subway car to get any change given by passengers is about the same time it takes to get to the next stop.
Unfortunately for us, we had a delay heading to the E63rd & Lexington station. So skillet was still in our subway car and then it happened. I was minding my own business listening to some Ludacris and I hear the gentlemen go into a rant yelling at the top of his lungs. “You Mudda Effers are all a bunch of Racists. You stand there judging me with your white earbuds in your hears. You all are a racists and Jesus won’t help you on judgement day.”
I really don’t know how to come back with that zinger other than “Bless your heart”
Here I am in my “Racist” earbuds but I am rocking my black suit and black tie ala Reservoir Dogs
Nope, I was able to secure some time on the laptop last night. You see between Momma’s skooling the Commodore 64 computer is pretty much always in use. Last night as I was watching Playoff Hockey at the Cigar Inn I might add I was able to bang out a couple posts since I have been slacking.
UWS Holly – Can you explain why I ‘had’ to have a picture of your food? Doesn’t matter, oh and our waitress from Friday night at that joint in the LES is the hostess at Fig & Olive in Midtown. She called me out on today at lunch.
Took EGP to see the Fearless Girl.
I am taking that when we got to our fancy dinner this Christmas.
No Smartasses, this isn’t a stock photo. I took it when EGP and I went to Easter Mass.
This is one of the reasons I needed to visit St. Patrick’s on Easter Sunday.
Why can’t we have nice things? I don’t need much space in this sucker.
It has literally taken me a full week to finally formalize words to describe what I saw this past Friday. We have seen many a good losers lounge tribute. The Elton John Tribute back in the late 90’s was right up there with the best show seen. That was until this past Good Friday.
From Anna Copa Cabanna starting the set on a patrons table singing “Wake me up before you Go-Go” to Kalia Floreska’s version of “Careless Whisper” it was a helluva show. Naturally “Freedom 90” with the entire cast dancing with the audience was fun then there was “I want your sex”. Let me jus say that it is good to know that EGP is one of us because when dude threw down his velvet coat and revealed the banana hammock and assless chaps…..I am glad to know I won’t be the reason that EGP needs therapy when she gets into her mid 30’s.
Probably the funniest/off color song was Julian Maile’s “Heal the Pain” where he gave the great line “So Jesus died today but he will be back in 3 days. Pretty much anything goes!” Oh come on, you laughed at that. I know you did. I am going to stop right there because I hear thunder in the distance.
I have seen some interesting Tie Bars before but this one looks a little restricting.
Danya Dantzler belting out “I knew you were waiting”
Anyone wearing an 18″ cross around your neck on Good Friday has to know how to party right?
You know they have to have “Careless Whisper” the iconic saxophone George Michael Song.
Freedom 90 Dance Party Song!
The Losers Lounge Back Up dancers
CiCi James singing “Everything She Wants”
EGP Selfie shot
Brother Brooks, why don’t you say hello? I am 10 feet from you.
Have a good weekend. It is RoboPalooza this weekend as Momma is out of Town!