From: nebusj-@-rpi-.edu   
      
   	We left the Frick museum somewhat after 1 pm, so that I was   
   thinking obsessively about exactly how long we had to get lunch and get   
   back to Rockefeller Center by 2 pm.  It was looking tight.  Really tight.   
   My father suggested getting a bus down to 46th street as there was the   
   Daisy May's barbeque place at 46th and 11th Avenue that he wanted to try   
   out.  He saw it written up in the prestigious _Some Thick Food Magazine   
   My Parents Get Every Month_ as one of the best barbeque places in the   
   United States, and if he was in Manhattan with my mother he would never   
   get to go, and my one brother is too busy working to take a trip into   
   Manhattan for lunch, and my other brother is Vegan, and my sister is   
   vegetarian.  This might literally be his only chance to eat t here.  I   
   figured we could give it a try walking and see whether we could catch a   
   bus without waiting.   
      
   	Now, had we waited at a bus stop there would have been a bus along   
   at some time, eventually.   While my father didn't have a MetroCard, I did   
   (in fact, I've also still got my tap card for the Singapore bus and subway   
   system, as well as my emergency get-me-home card, though not in my wallet   
   at all times), and probably we could have both swiped it for a ride.   
      
   	But it seemed better to just keep walking and to see if we could   
   catch a bus which was present when we were there.  We missed one by mere   
   seconds at 65th street, and we never got any closer to catching a bus   
   until about 50th street, at which point it was too close to 46th to bother   
   getting on.  What we did get to do was walk, in the cold, a lot.   
      
   	I know I've mentioned the cold a fair number of times before.  I   
   am not overstating it.  It was cold.   
      
   	After all that walking south, we had the new challenge of then   
   walking west across what was really only about six avenues (plus   
   Broadway) but which felt like New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and Ohio.  We   
   didn't even get a glimpse of the place until after 2 pm.   
      
   	I was terrified that it would be a big, long, crowded sort of   
   lunch place.  But it was much nearer a fast-food place where you put in   
   an order with a worker who didn't know the place had just been written   
   up in _Some Thick Food Magazine_ and you take the order over on trays to   
   the dining tables, which were long and cafeteria-style and probably very   
   jovial when the place is full, which I'd have hated because I'd rather   
   sit by myself and read while eating.  At 2 pm even on Friday it was   
   basically empty.   
      
   	So we were able to eat swiftly, but also pretty well as the   
   sandwiches were good-sized and quite warm, which after the fourteen days   
   of walking in the cold was extremely welcome.  We were also near a bagel   
   place my father likes much, but he didn't feel like we could take the   
   diversion and he didn't want to carry a bag into the show, if we could get   
   back to Rockefeller Center in time to be among the first 210 in line.   
      
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   								Joseph Nebus   
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