Whenever I am in New York there is one place I must visit EVERY TIME.
And that one place is
2005. It was my first Upfronts.
Burky took me there to try the best burger I have ever had. Period.
And it still is.
Burky and I have gone there whenever we've found ourselves in New York together.
When we went to New York to promote the McFarlane toys in 2006, we took Greg Grunberg there and made him a believer.
I know people have their favorite burgers out there. And that's great. But if you ever want the best. Go here.
If you get the burger there, get it how they make it. Just a plain cheeseburger. Don't put ketchup on it. Just take a bite. Trust me it doesn't need anything. The burger and bun will melt in your mouth.
This last trip I introduced my buddy Rian to it.
I was so anxious I took a bite before I remembered that I had wanted to take a picture of it for the blog.
Having the luxury of television on this side of the island has taken it's toll on the TV's internal system of boards and wires. And with all of the corrosion inside it would only be a matter of time before the next thing broke on it. So in a way it's good, that two things went wrong within 24 hours of each other. Because the repair man removed everything he put in the last time, took the whole visit as a wash, and said that I was better off replacing the TV.
So I headed out to Hawaii's last remaining electronics superstore. This was a pretty eye-opening experience. For one thing, to get a TV like the one I had to toss at the transfer station, I would pay over a $1,000 dollars less and get more HDMI inputs than I have stuff to put into them. This is important to remember for next time the TV breaks after the service agreement expires. I was still basing my repair budget on the old price, not the replacement price. That was stupid.
The most important thing for me was to get something that I could take home that day. I got it home connected everything. And turned it on. It took a second. A second I wasn't prepared for. I almost lost it. Then it clicked on. Whew!
Learning a new television is like learning a new language. What was second nature now requires grabbing another remote control. I have some reprogramming to do. Cross your fingers.
I don't know if I told you I went to high school with Rian Johnson.
Well I did. But that's not why you should see his new movie The Brothers Bloom.
It's damn good. Trust me I went there looking for something not to like. Something I could go back to him with, to offer my critique. I didn't find anything.
And I was stoked to see that it was playing in Hawaii. I went immediately, because I didn't have a chance to see it in Los Angeles.
I got a chance to hang out with Rian in New York when I was there for the Jimmy Fallon Show. He happened to be there at the same time giving talks and premiering his movie.
This was a little weird for me. I mean I've hung out in New York as a grown up. I've hung out with people I went to high school with. But both at the same time... felt... weird. (It's okay I got over it. )
By the way if you haven't seen his other movie Brick. Netflix it. It's fantastic.
So the TV broke like a week ago. The big one in the living room. The "good one." The one that all the cool stuff is connected to. Broken. So I moved it aside until I could get someone to come over and fix it. And I grabbed the TV out of the studio and brought it into the living room.
Something we didn't take into account is how far away the couch is from the much smaller television. It was so hard to read the listings on the cable guide.
But last Friday a technician came out and replaced the lamp. Hmm... not the problem. He replaced the ballast. (Whatever that is.) Looks good. He closed the TV and went on his way. I moved the "B Team" television back to the studio. This is not an easy heft. The whole time doing that quickstep thing you do when you're about to drop something heavy while Beth makes sure the doors are open and all steps are clear.
Sunday, the TV won't turn on. Damn.
Life at home without TV is odd for me. It kinda feels like vacation when you go to a country where there is no TV in the room or you have no reason to watch it because you don't understand anything. Actually that's not right, I still watch anyway because you never know when you might see something crazy on foreign TV.
Life without TV is borderline camping.
It's pitiful really. Without TV I'm finding myself going to bed way earlier than I normally would. I try reading in bed but it just puts me to sleep. So I fall asleep way too early. Which only makes me wake up way too early. I hate waking up so early that I still set off the motion sensor outside when I walk by.
The dog won't even wake up that early. I mean she'll humor me and go outside and pee. But then she goes back to the bed. And I'm wide awake. With the internet.
Okay. Maybe it's not the olden days then. But it has it's "old timey" moments.
It's been two days... I think I'm going to have to poach the telly from the studio again.
So I went to New York a few weeks ago to do Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.
They put me up at Le Parker Meridien. This was a very entertaining hotel.
First off, check out this key.
It's huge! I kept whipping it out to show my friends because I'd never seen a key that big. Is this supposed to make it harder to lose or easier, because it's not like I can fit this into my wallet for safe keeping now.
These are the glasses in the bathroom.
These are also the kind of glasses used for tequila shooters in Cancún. But here you can rinse your toothpaste out with them.
The Laundry form was written like a police report.
"Your clothes are so dirty it's a crime"
And the room service menu has a whole page dedicated to food for your pets.
Which also includes a CD of "mood music" for them.
I liked staying in this hotel. And they serve the best breakfast in New York here.
This has nothing to do with the hotel, but when I got to the hotel I noticed I had a silvery gray mark on my thumb.
Don't know what I rubbed up against to do that. And I was able to wash it off. But I found it to be mysterious. Did I thumb wrestle one of those silver painted robot street performers?