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My favourite Nice restaurant is in the market. It's open mainly for the market people, and shuts in August.
My Becca's home.
The Enchanted Tiki Room was often said to have been Walt's favorite. Not bad for an attraction originally conceived as a restaurant-one with the show, of course!
house at Otowi Bridge.
One the next corner stood a cinder block restaurant with a hand-painted sign that read CHICKEN & WAFFLES. There was a queue of twenty people outside.
You Americans have the strangest taste. What planet is this?
I've made up so many stores about my name, I can't remember.
This is the room of the wolfmother wallpaper.
The black hardrubber bathtub stopper at the Parker house.
My whinstone house my castle is, I have my own four walls.
Beware of wallflowers. They expect to have everything done for them.
Like a grindhouse version of Grimm's Fairy Tales, Wallwork's fiction is smart, innovative, and a hell of a lot of fun.
I have to say I love Dempsey's Brew Pub & Restaurant. It's gorgeous with that Camden Yard brick surrounding it, and it just screams Baltimore. I love the Black and Orange Burger that is topped with fresh orange bell peppers, caramelized onions and sharp cheddar cheese.
Duck-bill, n. Your account at your restaurant during the canvas-back season.
Fancy Restaurant: one that serves cold soup on purpose.
Wilshire Boulevard ... It has no smell to it.
The only bipartisan place in D.C. is Brooks Brothers.
For clothes, I like Anna on Regent's Park Road. Anna Park, who owns it, has an amazing eye for fresh, exciting clothes. I also love Arrogant Cat on Kensington Church Street. Space NK on Duke of York Square for exciting potions. I think I stretch the term 'tester' way beyond its boundaries.
Palace of Crystal
Baker's, the smell of fresh bread was so overwhelming
Continental Baking Company, Ninth and Clinton Streets,
vice-chancellor's
the front door of our apartment,
I still don't know where I am going to sleep tomorrow.
the Vault of Walt.
Walls have tongues, and hedges ears.
I have always loved Waffle House. It's been like an oasis in the desert many times late at night after one of my concerts.
The wall is a place to keep track of thoughts, as fast as they come, and remember them when they go away. Anything interesting or weird or even halfway inspired goes up there.
Over the bowls of memory where every hollow holds a hallow
There's a store in my neighborhood called Futon World. I like that name, 'Futon World.' Makes me think of a magical place that gets less and less comfortable over time.
It was an eight-harlot inn, if that's how you measure an inn. (I understand that now they measure inns in stars. We are in a four-star inn right now. I don't know what the conversion from harlots to stars is.)
The 'incredible frog hotel' - really a local bed and breakfast - ... the frogs stay (in their tanks) in a block of rented rooms.
I think I had one too many drinks last night.
I need to go back and listen to the last 5-6 mins of The Wall.
I passed out.
The egg creams of Avenue A in New York and the root beer float ... are among the high points of American gastronomic inventiveness.
Gigantic, willful, young, Chicago sitteth at the northwest gates.
Hopes were wallflowers. Hopes hugged the perimeter of a dance floor in your brain, tugging at their party lace, all perfume and hems and doomed expectation. They fanned their dance cards, these guests that pressed against the walls of your heart.
The White House is one of the few places in downtown Washington where you can get something to eat after 11 o'clock at night.
The Bar Room has a corner table placed strategically at a point diagonally across from the entrance. the table of tables in the setting of settings in the building of buildings. In the religion of lunch, this is the holy of holies.
I have to go someplace where I can soak myself in a creative atmosphere.
Friday's "Working Lunch" is at The Avenue on St James's Street. It's a bit like eating in an art installation, a White-Out affair that tries for a So-Serious NYC feel, but is occupied by Daddy's Girls wearing pashmina's and too many Pin Stripes worn by too many people called Hugo.
I don't have to ask you where you've been, cause the matches in your purse say Holiday Inn.
When I grow up, I want to have an exhibit called 'American Motel.'
Farrell's Bar in Brooklyn had urinals so large they looked like shower stalls for Toulouse-Lautrec.
But here is the single greatest thing about the 'Vanity Fair' party: There are uniformed In-N-Out Burger employees circulating the room with trays of cheeseburgers all night long.
Brownstone building overlooking the East River. A bunch of BMWs and
Paris Hilton's house was pretty exciting.
Let us find the Dam snack bar.
Within the last two years it had been called Tony's, Belle's Bar Sinister, The Ole Plantation, Tony's, Alt Wien, Paris Soir
or Sewer
Victor's Vesuvius, Chez Cocotte, York House, Gay Madrid, and Tony's.
cheese cauldron.
I've been on Wall Street once in my life in 1980 as a tourist. I went to see the stock exchange when I was 18 years old. I'm not a Wall Street lawyer, I'm a Stanwix Street lawyer. Stanwix Street is a street in downtown Pittsburgh.
behind the wall." The next day, Hem and Haw returned with tools. Hem held the chisel, while Haw banged on the hammer until they made a hole in the wall of Cheese Station C. They peered inside but found no Cheese. They were disappointed but believed they could solve the problem. So they started
I'm not very good at parties. I'm a wallflower.
Huntleigh's (Yes, I gave them a cheesy couple name in my mind)
Blakes Hotel in South Kensington was a particular favourite of mine during what I affectionately think of as my Restless Years.
Above all others I pity the homeless: where can they go to masturbate?
HOME, which is the last floor for everyone.
quarters, long hoop houses covered in semi-opaque white
Actually, I'm happiest in Williams-Sonoma in New York. That's a wonderful cooking store.
one of the lounge chairs. Serena
The wall defends itself.
Did you know I was born in a Holiday Inn.
the den, drinking beer and arguing over
With the striped umbrella and the pistachio ices?
Home. It's wherever I'm with you.
And Henry's as well, for
Party at in my mind, you're place sucks
Personally I always preferred Lipton's.
Forty Wall Street is probably the most beautiful tower in New York.
The William Penn Hotel in Pittsburgh ... was the place where Champagne Music was born.
the large buckets about the
The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
Hymies." And "Hymietown.
The walls are the publishers of the poor.
I found my destination a few miles outside Swelling: a lone, squat, brown bar called The Inn of the Line...The place looked like a dive. Maybe even a plunge. Hell, it was a drowning accident.
The home of the homeless all over the earth.
Ever notice that Soup for One is eight aisles away from Party Mix?
I need to use the Dam Bathroom, I need to use the Dam Snack bar, I want a Dam Tee-Shirt.
The wall, safe haven for what is forbidden, gives a voice to all those who would, without it, be condemned to silence
the landlord, Mr. El Cheap-o Thompkins,
Rememberatorium),
Wall Street has come to America's heartland, really. The only thing missing are the skyscrapers, you know?
WALL STREET, n. A symbol for sin for every devil to rebuke. That Wall Street is a den of thieves is a belief that serves every unsuccessful thief in place of a hope in Heaven.
Merciless Mart, with its grand lobby. I glimpse the Abnegation
I currently live in the Plaza in New York and I love it - all that history, all those interesting stories.
Laundromats ... like a waiting room for people who didn't go anywhere
My partner and I are looking at several locations on Park Avenue South and Midtown for a new restaurant space.
158 Lewis Avenue between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back durin days of hangin' on my bed-stuy block
It looks like it's been furnished by discount stores.
Parke-Bernet Galleries.
Gotta love Walmart. Where else can you buy Fritos and bullets?
Skyscraper National Park
Long before Starbucks popularized the phrase 'the third place' - somewhere to interact outside of work and home - it was neighborhood restaurants that helped to define places like Union Square.
I'm staying in a strange hotel. I called room service for a sandwich and they sent up two hookers.
Little, Brown and Company
There were two display windows, one on each side of the door, and in the windows were ... well, books. What this street really needed was a bar.
There's this secret Korean taco/cupcake truck I go to. To find it, you have to bring a hard-boiled egg to this deli in Bushwick where they give you the address.
Cheeseburger in paradise!
a place to throw down a blanket and read a book.
Of course you had to pick the dive-y-est dive bar this side of Market. I think that door handle just gave me a venereal disease.
I got a hotel room at New York New York in Las Vegas and I was very happy. They've got that rollercoaster encircling the entire premises, just like Manhattan.
occupying the office Hoover once