Saturday, November 25, 2006

True New Yorker?


I know I won't ever be considered a real New Yorker, and that's fine with me . . . but if merit badges were given for becoming a New Yorker, I think I might have earned mine today. B and I went to Gray's Papya today for our customary post-temple hot dogs and drinks. If you don't know about Gray's Papaya they are pretty much the best hot dogs in the world. Anywho. . . it was actually a beautiful day so we decide to go sit on some nearby benches to enjoy our late lunch. I'm just finishing my first bite when splat. A pigeon pooped on my head . . . and dripped onto my hand. Seriously. Total pigeon poop on my head . . . WHILE eating a Grey's Papya hot dog. What could be more New York-y than that?

The happy ending is that we moved to a nearby treeless location and my cute hubby went and got me two replacement dogs ASAP. Yay.

6 comments:

  1. Now I know you're pregnant--you ate hot dogs (multiple.)

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  2. That is definitely a quintessential New York moment.

    I have never had a pigeon poop on my head, but I have had a big gray rat run over my flip-flop clad foot.

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  3. awesome. although i will have to argue with azucar that multiple hot dog eating at grey's papaya is not just for pregnant women

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  4. I agree as well . . . Azucar you'll HAVE to try a Gray's when you're in the city next. Not your average dog. Although, if I had to choose between a dog and croissant . . . tough.

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  5. Hey, I love hot dogs, but seeing Miggy down a half dozen? Now that I've gotta see.

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  6. I only had 2. And like 1 bite of the the first one before we threw the first 2 away. BUT I probably could down a half dozen . . . yeah. Easily.

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