Interesting things
Freud
In the dining section of The NY Times Sam Sifton reviewed Pulino’s Bar & Pizzeria on Bowery.
I was intrigued by this paragraph:
“Freud said cultural achievement and sensual pleasure pull in opposite directions. He never met Keith McNally, who just introduced the insanely crowded Pulino’s Bar & Pizzeria on a formerly moribund corner of the Bowery and East Houston Street.
Thirty years ago, Mr. McNally opened Odeon, in TriBeCa. It was hardly TriBeCa then. Mr. McNally made the neighborhood seem like Paris, though the streets were deserted and rats ran in the gutters. It was the sort of restaurant where artists ate steak and all sorts of interesting things happened in the restrooms. It had a great country salad.”
The remark about the country salad directly after Sifton’s memories of restaurant restrooms is proof that Sam Sifton is a good writer.
Having said this: I have never been to restaurants where interesting things happened in restrooms. I hope I will visit a restaurant with an interesting restroom in the near future. And I'm not too fond of country salad.
Bernard
Perhaps I’m a snob but I don’t consider other people’s excrements interesting.I have to admit that till now I’ve never drunk urine, but this is something I plan to do in the spring of 2011. Some people say it’s yummy.
Sander
Very much so.Arnon
Invite Wim Delvoye and his cloaca machine.People pay big money for their share.The amazing cloaca machine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VdlLBWymnUASander
Thanks.Arnon
Didn't you have to rescue Andrea Jarasova once from a restroom?Mieke
I'm not sure if that was really interesting.Had she been naked....
A half-hearted attempt at seduction is in my book a failure, and this particular case was not an extremely interesting failure for that matter.
Having said this: Andrea S is a lovely woman who promised me to promote my work in the Czech Republic as if I were Jesus.
She didn’t live up to her promise and that’s the reason that she is not yet carrying my child.
In the spirit of Christ I’m willing to exchange bodily fluids for eternity, but I’m not a fool. I’d like to see the results before I start undressing.
You have a good memory.
Excrements?
No, my dirty mind was thinking about something completely different (that can also happen in restrooms).
I mostly share the train compartment with men on my way to and from work these days. Today there were two one of whom read a Spanish textbook. After a minute or two he started shifting in his seat, spread his legs a bit more and then slowly but surely began to caress the table. He seemed to get more and more excited and I must admit I was quite relieved he had to get off only twenty minutes later.
As you can see there's no need to frequent a lavatory to experience interesting things.
