Sammy’s is “Kosher style,” which means you can guess for yourself. I’m not sure if their ingredients are kosher, but I wouldn’t doubt it. For the most part they serve fleische, but they always bring around the fixin’s for egg creams right after the meal.
As to the quality of Sammy’s, it’s not quite as good as it used to be, though it’s still pretty good. However, the neighborhood is hell and the prices are absurdly high. Be warned.
–Da Cap’n
“Playin’ solitaire 'til dawn
With a deck of fifty-one.”
Ummm… I just realized something about my last message. I addressed it to Uke (short for Ukulele) Ike, and the subject is kosher food.
I won’t spell it out for you, since it’s better when you get the joke by yourself, but: think of the topic, then say Uke Ike out loud fast a few times.
If you still don’t get it, here’s another hint: if you saw Porky’s, remember the bit about Michael Hunt? You know, Mike? Mike Hunt?
Sorry about that, folks. It seems that I’m crude unintentionally too. Good thing it’s funny.
Cap’n - very crude, but since it’s your name I’d expect nothing less. Very clever observation, though.
OK. Uke and I inspected three kosher restaurants in Midtown. One restaurant said they would give us a two hour time limit (the hostess seemed very tense). The other two didn’t have good atmospheres and didn’t have waitstaff (requirements, in my opinion).
So we were thinking that since CMKeller agreed to go to a bar if they didn’t serve food we should meet at a bar that doesn’t serve food. CM, is that ok?
Manhattan, that first post almost gave me a heart attack.
You know, I feel pretty sentimental about the Russian Vodka Room. It’s convenient and they seemed to love us. They serve food, but if we promise not to order any food while CM is there, would that work?
Cap’n, if Uke and I get our way, get ready to drink - a lot.
I’m fine on the bar option. Another possibility, if you’re truly open to Ratner’s (I didn’t list it because it’s on the Lower East Side, as opposed to Midtown), there’s a place two blocks from it called the Grand Deli that I like.
But I’m okay on the bar thing, if you guys would prefer to do that.
Well, just flew back from the West Coast and are my arms tired!
I’m OK for anything you guys decide.
Cap’n, my Cap’n, I see on your bio that you’re in magazine publishing? I wonder if we know each other. While the musical types–Tuba, Mel, Ike–chatter away about blowing and tooting, you and I must have a tete-a-tete about the mag world!
C’mon, folks, time’s-a-wastin’. Are we New Yawkers or what?
Midtown is best for me–can we just do the Russian Vodka Room again if nothing else suits? CM doesn’t have to eat or even drink–we just want his company, not to force food down his gullet! I don’t drink, either, and don’t care for caviar, so he’ll have company.
Of course, Mel and I will be flirting violently with Cap’n Crude, who has carelessly let his status as a Straight, Single Man out of the bag, anyway . . .
You know I’ll be there. And I think we should post the pictures somehow. Dammit, my beauty belongs to the world and will not be contained!
In contrast to manny, I am required to give a department-wide presention on the latest in prion research on Thursday. Oh well, I won’t be the first hung-over scientist summarizing a paper.
I’ll be there. However, I give fair warning – I think I’m coming down with a cold. This is too cool a meet to pass up though. Good thing the place is walking distance from my office.
