Since I've been back

I've been carpe dieming since I've been back from Jordan. I'll skip Saturday night, even though it was fun and took me to the Meatpacking District simply because while I had a good time, it was the company and not so much the places.

So without much ado, on to Sunday night. I went to Keste Pizza, which was much hyped, as you can tell from the link. I don't know: simply put, there is something about pizza that does not get me that excited. Don't get me wrong: pepperoni pizza while stuck in the office - yes; late night gorging on pizza while stumbling home slightly intoxicated - yes; don't have time to cook anything and feeling like you've spent too much money of late, thus a cheap meal, oh look, a slice of pizza - yes. But to go to a restaurant that serves primarily pizza and then talk about how amazing it was. I don't quite buy that.

Add to this the following: (1) my general dislike of having to wait in lines (about 25 - 30 minutes on a Sunday night) and (2) the place lacked generally in atmosphere (yes, my dining companions liked it, comparing the place to a neighborhood joint where you come for a meal, but me, no I don't really want such a place. When I go out and spend money on a meal, I want atmosphere). So conclusion: good, tasty but not really worth it.

Thereafter, on to Nublu, all the way in the nether parts of Avenue C (oh those nether parts are so far, aren't they?). To see, or rather, to listen to: Red Baraat! Which was fantastic. Well, a bit loud for a small venue, but we solved the problem by stuffing napkin tissue into our ears, thereby looking like Dorkus Maximiliuses but who cares, at least our hearing is intact (and for those of us with ringing in our ears, this trumps vanity). The music was fun, peppy, energetic. Occasionally, the DJ (who played during the break period) tried to intervene with his "contributions": not so great. Something about live music mixed with his recorded music didn't jive very well. Also, one of the singers (or maybe someone else) tried to do some rap: again, not so great.

But, overall, a great night. Even taking into account that it rain was pouring when we left. We stumbled down a blind alley only to find out it was blind belatedly. Turned around, found a cab, hailed it, got into it, and many many many minutes later (this was Avenue C after all) I found myself home, cozy.

A great night out.