MONDAY MORNING JOES

It's Monday morning. Time for that all-important first cuppa for the week.

Make it strong, and make it a double.

From the streets of Manhattan we have a coupla cab-drivin' Joes drinkin' a couple joes.

Welcome to Monday.

MANHATTAN, NYC, NEW YORK - LEXINGTON IN THE RAIN

A filter-modified image which I've been working on this morning. 

New York City in a late fall light rain.

A few new images for the online store being uploaded today. Use the link to the left of the entry title above to check out what we have available, or click on the link below. Large canvas prints with a number of available images.

Just perfect for your house. That bare spot I can see over your shoulder behind you looks like a good place for some artwork.

This image was taken in 2005, and I've modified it to reflect a painter's eye and approach.

BARBERGALLERY ONLINE STORE

THE FRIDAY MARTINI - PESCATORE RESTAURANT AND WINE BAR, NEW YORK

Another Friday is upon us, and that means it's time to think about the weekend 

and what we're going to do for fun. Time to chill and reset.

This week's Friday Martini is from Pescatore, a Midtown Manhattan eatery and wine bar on 2nd Ave, near 51st. Great food, fun atmosphere and really good martinis.

Absolut.

Have a great (and safe) weekend.

   

THE FRIDAY MARTINI

Hard to believe another week has come and gone, but it's time for the weekly martini!

This week's choice is from the View Restaurant at the very top of the Marriott Marquis, Times Square. It's the first martini shot in my collection and started the whole Martini Chaser thing.

Have a wonderful weekend, and hope tonight finds you with a firm grasp on a good martini.

(And, as always, the book preview: CHASING MARTINIS SAMPLE CHAPTER)

NEW YORK CITY -- STREET DAWGS

One of New York's legendary foods is the humble street dog. A hot dog served up from a cart vendor, available on nearly every corner in Midtown.

It's a culinary experience that ought to be enjoyed at least once in life.

With mustard, of course. And a Coke.

MANHATTAN

There are tens of thousands of train stations around the world, ranging from the very opulent to the very humble.

And then there's Grand Central Terminal in New York. 

Some stations are far busier. Some stations are far "grander". 

But none is more iconic.

It appears in legendary films such as North by Northwest, The Cotton Club, Arthur and even featured as the setting for a dance number in Terry Gilliam's The Fisher King.

Grand Central Terminal, Manhattan, New York City.

THE DAILY ESCAPE: Sandblasted Clean

Headstones at St Paul's Church, lower Manhattan, effectively sandblasted by the impact of the World Trade Center as it collapsed on 9/11/2001.

One block from the destroyed towers, these lay in silent testament to the fury of the destruction.

The Friday Martini

Once again it's Friday. Time for the weekend martini.


This one comes to us from celebrity chef Bobby Flay's BAR AMERICAIN in midtown Manhattan. We stopped by for a cocktail hour meet up with a friend from New York. Very sophisticated.

Tito's vodka.

Happy Friday.

Pic of the Day: Best Burgers

There's nothing like a great hamburger. Finding a great burger joint is a happy revelation in most towns, and the locals are always willing to make a suggestion.

Even more fun is when you find it yourself, simply by wandering around.

The aptly named Joy Burger Bar, in Manhattan's upper East Side (East Harlem) is just such a place.

http://joyburgerbar.com

(And yes, I get the irony that the above doesn't actually show a burger. Cest la vie!)

Everything I Need to Know About London I Learned from Doctor Who

"The travel writer seeks the world we have lost - the lost valleys of the imagination."

- Alexander Cockburn

Marlo, where are you???

Some months ago I made note of the impact the James Bond films had on my chosen destinations and impressions of places around the world. A less seemly aspect of all this is the effect watching entirely too much television did for the way I viewed that same world as a kid. (The first Bond film I can remember seeing in the theaters was Live and Let Die, so there was plenty of damage done to my young psyche before Bond took hold.)

As a child, I admit I watched a lot of TV. (Yes, yes, we all turn up our noses publicly, but according to research the average American watches four plus hours a day, so get over your bad self. Yes, you're cool, we all admire your restraint. Move on.) In particular, and no real surprise, comedy programs made up a good share of those shows. At that time it was highly unusual for anyone under 12 to be allowed to stay up much beyond 9pm, and the majority of television programming on the three available networks (*gasp*, THREE?) was built around something called Family Hour before 9pm.

I know Yukon Cornelius is round here somewhere

As such, my view of the world around me was highly restricted to a) places I'd been, which by my twelfth birthday counted Hawaii, Japan, New England and Virginia in addition to California; and b) those other places which I'd seen only on the small screen television set in the family room.

So, being a mildly impressionable…okay, very impressionable young boy, my world was defined by what the television industry refers to as "stock shots" -- pictures of a place used as an introductory shot to the rest of the program, establishing where the story takes place. Shots of the surf along Waikiki for Hawaii Five-O, Miami for Burn Notice. You've seen a million of them as the network comes back from a commercial. 

Mork? Mindy?

My worldvision was defined by these stock shots for years. My "New York" was a vibrant, brightly colored city as shown to me by That Girl, the comedy program about a single woman in Manhattan starring Marlo Thomas. (A whole column could be spent with HER impact on my childhood impressions, but that's an entirely different column, and Blog probably.) I can summon those mid-sixties stock shots of the core of Manhattan, looking down at the city from on-high and looking dramatically different from the grittier New York I would later discover at the movies and for myself much later in life.

Where's the red Thunderbird?

Hawaii, interestingly enough, was represented by Gilligan's Island. To a little kid palm trees are palm trees and since I'd spent some time on Oahu, the connection was an easy one to make. Likewise, Minneapolis was, and may forever be, defined by Mary Tyler Moore's cap toss and picture window. As one of the two major American cities I have left unvisited on my agenda -- the other, stunningly, being Chicago -- my adult impressions of Minneapolis still resonate with that cap toss. And, yeah, Chicago is inexorably linked to Bob Newhart. I never said I've outgrown the easily-impressioned phase of my life.

Mayberry must be right around that corner

Let's see: San Juan was that far-away windy place on The Flying Nun; Get Smart was my Washington, DC; Los Angeles…Hollywood… was The Beverly Hillbillies. The beautiful and scenic college town of Boulder, Colorado was born in my mind as the home of Mork and Mindy.

Yes. Rather idealized and twisted view of the world.

And television dramas weren't exempt from their influence. 

My Las Vegas was represented by Robert Urich's Vegas! The darker edges of Chicago were filled in by no less than Kolchak: The Night Stalker. (Which might explain why the Windy City is still on my to-do list.) 

Adam-12 was my Los Angeles. Still is, in some ways.

Steed. John Steed.

All of this being particularly amusing to me when, as an older teen, I realized that most of these shows weren't even filmed in those places. Now, as then, television is the art of artifice where Long Beach is used for Miami as well as middle-America. Vancouver is a much less expensive alternative for New York and Boston. As I discovered the world of back lots and remote locations I realized how much of those impressions of my childhood were wrong -- and that those cities and other places were far more textured and wonderful than I'd ever imagined. Having by now visited a good portion of the US, and gaining a toehold on Europe, I've found that while some of those daydream locations might lose a little luster in the translation, the majority are far more fascinating and enjoyable than even Marlo Thomas might have suggested. 

Then again, looking back, the London I know from The Avengers and Doctor Who and UFO is still a place I wouldn't mind visiting. Can you suspend belief just this one time? Please guys?

Eh. 

Gotta go. I can see by the clock it's time for my trip to Seattle to visit with my friend Frasier.

Oh, Toto, I don't think we're in Miami any more