The fat man rocked back on his heels and jammed the stogie back into his loud mouth. The three unassuming middle-aged women shrugged off their purses and waited for someone to pull back their chairs. I, of course, immediately took out our camera and snapped a flash picture. But not of the fat man. He would have wanted that.
Luckily, no meal is meant to last and soon enough we were out the door, stuffed to the gills with crab, and looking to make the next scene. And what a scene it is. All you have to do is pick one. Might I suggest:
The movie set on
… where any hack can stand-in for a director.
Or perhaps you’d rather dine on some upscale deep fried tourist fare. You’ll pay extra for a table on the sidewalk, but it’s worth it. You might even be in a
If fame is not to your liking, might I suggest glamour. This dish is no pan and all flash. Dress the part and take a stroll up
The names are as simple to remember as are the hotels fabulous to be in.
The President, St. Moritz, Algiers, Paris, Royal, Cadet, Blue Moon, Avalon, Ritz-Carlton; Nobu, Rosiella, Aura, Spris, Poraku, Puerto Sagua, Vix, Wish …
… and the fabulousness goes on and on and on. Which is also to say it was a very long night.
In the harsh light of morning, though no less trendy
After a stint on the famed (and worthy)
… and the Biltmore Hotel…
… and our way out of town.