What a typical New York commute this morning. I took a bit of a different route, walking west on 12th, when I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in a long time, before we had dinner with other friends on Friday night. Then I cut down, got to 11th where I see Ray’s Pizza.
Ray’s Pizza (the Original Ray’s or Famous Ray’s or whatever else Ray’s) has become big enough a deal to even be a joke in the Will Ferrell movie Elf. Santa say’s “there are, like, thirty Ray’s Pizzas. They all claim to be the original. But the real one’s on 11th.”
So after I walk past Ray’s I get to W10th street where Kiefer Sutherland darts out of a building in front of me and jumps into a shiny Lincoln Towncar. I felt like an extra in 24.
A good start to the new year.