Tag Archives: Fat Guy

A Table For Six. No More, No Less. Must Be Six.

7 Jan

January 7, 2014

Saarah and I are running out of diners in Brooklyn. This one has lousy food. That one has lousy service. The other one insists on putting pork ribs in its vegetarian salad. Very frustrating! So last Friday we tried The Bridgeview Diner in Bay Ridge. It has a view of (care to guess?) the Verrazano Bridge. Had it been called the Cesspoolview Diner I never would have gone.

We were there around 9:30 and the place was nearly empty. It is divided into two sections. One, the larger, is the dining room, with tables of all sizes and booths ringing the walls. The other side has the counter and booths, no tables. The booth side was about half full, at best, and the dining room side had three tables pushed together to accommodate a party of 10 and there was also one couple in a booth. It was nearly empty. When you walk into the diner, you are in the reception area, which is in the middle of both halves. We specifically asked for a table. I am not a small man (in the pants! Sorry, sorry, had to write it. ) and sometimes a booth is a little bit of a squeeze. One day they’ll make a comfortable booth for men like me, you’ll see. Or maybe I’ll just lose a few pounds.

fat guy nachos

Anyway, the guy in the suit (Greeter? Maître d? Receptionist? What do you call the guy who seats you in a diner?) led us to a table not two feet away. Literally. Without so much as shuffling his feet he grabbed two menus off the counter and dropped them on a table right against their Christmas tree, smack dab in the middle of the floor, in the direct line of the draft from the front doors, and in the way of anyone and everyone walking in any direction. It was a bad table.

“This is a bad table,” Saarah said. Nothing gets by her.

We asked for another and he led us into the dining room, past four or five empty tables to the back. We assumed he was leading us to the last table, so we sat down. But no! We had to get up. You see, that was a table for six. And in fact, so were all the other tables. (The tables for four or two had been pushed together for the party.) Now as I said, it was nearly empty. If we took a table for six, and a party for six entered, there were five more tables for them. And if a second party of six entered, there were four more tables for them. And if the odds were defied yet again and a mind-blowing third party of six entered, there were still three more tables they could be seated at, and if, in a cosmic coincidence on the level of Godzilla sporting a tiny chapeau leveling Tokyo, a fourth party of six entered there would be yet two tables for them. And if another entered? Still another table. But no. So, with no other tables, I sat in a slightly uncomfortable booth.

We argued a bit but to no avail. The guy in the suit was adamant that those tables had to be ready in case a large party- or this case, six of them- came in.

After we were there about ten minutes, a party of three women came in and wanted a table. The guy would not give them one. One of them, with disgust dripping from her voice, asked him if he really thought a large party would come in at that hour of night and take up all the tables.

“Yes. Yes.”

He led them to a booth on the other side of the diner and that woman had a look on her face that said that she was about to leave but her friends talked her into staying.

By the time Saarah and I left, the large party had also left, the other couple had left, and the dining room was totally empty. If a party for 136 came in by God they were ready.

Saarah and I had already decided that we were never coming back to The Bridgeview Diner. Plus the fact that the French onion soup was really just chicken soup with cheese melted on top, and our waiter was really just a pimply busboy in an ill-fitting jacket who didn’t speak English (asking for cream cheese with my English muffin was a Herculean task) meant that they would not be getting a second chance.

Saarah and The Editor’s and Staff of Mr. Blog’s Tepid Ride give The Bridgeview Diner two thumbs down.

Allan Keyes Is So Very Stuffed….

4 Nov

November 4, 2013

keyes1.jpg

So as you may know (or may not care) I was recently married. Well, the wife and I took a honeymoon on one of the fine ships of the Royal Caribbean Company. If you’ve ever been on one of these ships, you’ll know that it’s totally unreality. And let me tell you, the wife kept me exhausted all week……..……with the demanding schedule she set for all of the activities we had to do each day.  So for the benefit of you all, let me give you a bit of a rundown of what a typical cruise day at sea was like for Mr. and Mrs. Keyes (actually, she’s a professional gal so she’s doing the hyphenated thing, so she’s Mrs. MAIDEN NAME-Keyes. I totally understand what she’s doing; she’s hedging her bets in case this thing goes pear-shaped anytime soon. I’m pretty sure this marriage is in a three-month probationary period with a formal evaluation meeting soon to come. How romantic! )

 – Wake up absurdly early.

 – Head down to the buffet for breakfast. Now I normally don’t eat breakfast but on cruise I do. I paid for this sh*t, I’m gonna stuff myself! So here’s a normal breakfast for me on cruise days:

                -A bacon and cheese omelet from the omelet bar

                -A side of hash browns

                -A couple slices of fresh ham from the carving station

                – A tongfull of pork link sausages

                -A side of prunes (for obvious reasons)

                -A breakfast Danish

                -A bagel w/ cream cheese, tomato, onion and smoked salmon

                -A bowl of fruit loops

                – Beverages are two large orange juices and 1 chocolate milk

I totally understand the looks of contempt the buffet wait staff gives to passengers, we routinely leave more food on our plates than their average family in whatever impoverished country they come from sees in a week. But again – I PAID FOR IT, I’M EATING MY MONEY’S WORTH

 k1                       

After a good long bathroom session (thanks prunes!) it’s off to wallow in the pool for a while. Which is great, but you know, floating in the water breathing shallowly is hot, sweaty work so you gotta treat yourself right – and you cool off with a nice large cone of cold soft serve (chocolate, strawberry or vanilla) that’s available free at poolside ALL DAY.  So eating that on the sundeck refreshes, and as you head back to the room to change and shower, you pass the poolside buffet, and so what if it’s only 10:30 or so, those corndogs just look soooooo tempting! So go ahead, treat yourself sport!

After another good long bathroom break, change for lunch and back up to the buffet! My average lunch was actually light – for some reason I didn’t have a big appetite. But if you were inclined to eat hearty, you could do so with all the burgers, dogs, pasta or sandwiched you felt like. I heard rumor of a vegetarian option somewhere, but I think it’s like the Yeti – all myth.

So back to the room for another good wrangle in the bathroom (cruise pro tip: bring a good book for the bathroom, a long one) you decide to stroll around the boat and take advantage of the activities.

Now have you seen some of these boats? They’re huge! So walking from one end to the other could be a little draining, so if you need to fortify yourself with a key lime donut from the Donut Hut, or maybe visit the Dog House for all sort of variety of hotdogs and sausages to keep you going, then you make the sacrifice and do so. After all, it’s a busy day! Maybe you stop at the Midship Pizzeria for a pre-dinner slice. So you’ve done your activities, time to go back to the room and change for the evening!

After another bathroom session (cruise pro tip: to avoid chafing, use soothing wipes) you’re dressed in your finery and ready for dinner! Now you could go slumming in the buffet, but there’s all sorts of options to explore, including steakhouses and Johnny Rockets. Most nights though, it’s just going into the regular dining room.

 k2 

The dining room is a wonderful experience! The waiters perform for you, and the food is highest quality. When you sit you’re presented with a menu, usually 5 choices of appetizer, entrée and dessert. My wife and I usually order 4 of the appetizers to “share” between us. Share is in quotes because at the table we’re like Bart and Homer fighting over the last pork chop, but we don’t have to broadcast it.

 k3

For the entrée, we each order one, but since one entrée choice is ALWAYS a pasta dish, we order that one to either share, or use as a backup in case someone dislikes their entrée, which almost never happens. And for dessert, one of the options is always low-fat, and one is always low sugar, so we feel quite comfortable and smug ordering 4 desserts between us. I’m not going to lie though. The cruise is coming, and coming soon where one glorious night I’m simply going to say to the waiter “bring me one of everything”

 k4 

Back to the room to dress for nightlife! And one last confirmation that the prunes are in fact doing their jobs, and it’s out to the shows! And after the show’s you can disco yourself till the wee hours of the morning. But dancing like the rhythmless portly awkward white guy that I am is hard work (especially dancing like I do. My opening move is the “Thriller” set from Michael Jackson, and then I go into Macarena regardless of what song is playing) So to cap off the night, you head to the promenade for a sandwich and cookie that’s available from the snack bar 24/7 then it’s off to bed, and ready to fight another day!

 k5

It’s a huge boat, I didn’t have time to explore all of it but the brochure said they had a few other activities I overlooked such as rock climbing, zip lining, wave riding, dancing lessons, trivia, karaoke, live music, game shows, casino, bingo, a gym, spa and much more. I sure hope I find some time to do some of them on my next cruise!

 k6