No one. Absolutely no one aat this place. I was told 8:00pm sharp and the room is completely empty. See we're mant to be having a work get together tonight. But all I'm standing in is an empty banquet room with a massive lazy susan. God I'm hungry. I could really do with a loaded lazy susan right now actually. I'm sure they'll turn up , well at least I think they will? They've never stood me up before. Maybe I got the wrong place? Amy takes our her cell phone and frantically scrolls back threough months of emails until she finds the reservation that her boss George made. Right, okay. I got it wrong. Not only wrong time, wrong date, wrong place.
I steo out side of the restaurant, Huagngs Dynasty, and into the sstreet. NYC is hot as all hell at this time of year and especially this August. I contemplate hailing a cab and heading back home. But like, I'm out right now? I'm dressed? I haven't been out in so long! And boy does NYC feel alive on this Friday night. I look over near the arch and people are dunking themselves into the fountain water. I mean, gross, but still, I could go a dunk right now. Maybe that's what I kneed. A proverbial dunk, but a dunk into this city!
Off to haven bar I go. It's only a few blocks from here . I check my phone to see if anyone else made the stupid miustake that I did. I mean, maybe they're trying to walk as fast as I am from that place for fear of being embarressed. No idea how I got that date wrong. But off to Haven I go. I am dying for a pineapple martini . An odd combination I know, but still, on a hot night like tonight, its that or a bunch of frozen margaritas. Hey. Why not both?
I arrive at Haven and Andrew is minding the door. "Wassup Amty? How we doing tonight:?" I don't want to tell him, but I could have actually done with some of that Dynasty fried rice in this belly before a Pineapple Martini. "Yeah, not bad Andrew. Pretty sure I must have been hit over the head by someone picking up a bus and whacking it over my head though. I'm not with it this week so it seems?" Amt I said. "Yeah, well , You're in thr right place Amy, NYC, who's actually with it with all this crazy stuff going on right now?" "True that, thanks for making me feel not like an idiot."
I step in, the airconditioning hits me as if I just had come out of the shower and into bliss. My skin sweaty from the hike over, now feeling dry and replenished with love. I lean over the dimly lit bar and grab a menu. Like I need one, but still. Nothing new. Haven has been here for 25 years now and I doubt much has changed apart from the health of its clientele. I put the menu down, turn my head to wards back the door, and there he is. No. Fucking. Way. George....
The 10-minute version
No one. Absolutely no one aat this place. I was told 8:00pm sharp and the room is completely empty. See we're mant to be having a work get together tonight. But all I'm standing in is an empty banquet room with a massive lazy susan. God I'm hungry. I could really do with a loaded lazy susan right now actually. I'm sure they'll turn up , well at least I think they will? They've never stood me up before. Maybe I got the wrong place? Amy takes our her cell phone and frantically scrolls back threough months of emails until she finds the reservation that her boss George made. Right, okay. I got it wrong. Not only wrong time, wrong date, wrong place.
I steo out side of the restaurant, Huagngs Dynasty, and into the sstreet. NYC is hot as all hell at this time of year and especially this August. I contemplate hailing a cab and heading back home. But like, I'm out right now? I'm dressed? I haven't been out in so long! And boy does NYC feel alive on this Friday night. I look over near the arch and people are dunking themselves into the fountain water. I mean, gross, but still, I could go a dunk right now. Maybe that's what I kneed. A proverbial dunk, but a dunk into this city!
Off to haven bar I go. It's only a few blocks from here . I check my phone to see if anyone else made the stupid miustake that I did. I mean, maybe they're trying to walk as fast as I am from that place for fear of being embarressed. No idea how I got that date wrong. But off to Haven I go. I am dying for a pineapple martini . An odd combination I know, but still, on a hot night like tonight, its that or a bunch of frozen margaritas. Hey. Why not both?
I arrive at Haven and Andrew is minding the door. "Wassup Amty? How we doing tonight:?" I don't want to tell him, but I could have actually done with some of that Dynasty fried rice in this belly before a Pineapple Martini. "Yeah, not bad Andrew. Pretty sure I must have been hit over the head by someone picking up a bus and whacking it over my head though. I'm not with it this week so it seems?" Amt I said. "Yeah, well , You're in thr right place Amy, NYC, who's actually with it with all this crazy stuff going on right now?" "True that, thanks for making me feel not like an idiot."
I step in, the airconditioning hits me as if I just had come out of the shower and into bliss. My skin sweaty from the hike over, now feeling dry and replenished with love. I lean over the dimly lit bar and grab a menu. Like I need one, but still. Nothing new. Haven has been here for 25 years now and I doubt much has changed apart from the health of its clientele. I put the menu down, turn my head to wards back the door, and there he is. No. Fucking. Way. George....