8/02/03 Friday's with Brian:







This evening, Brian and I decided to go to Friday's in (near) Times Square (48th street, not 42nd). Why the hell not? When we were in High School on Long Island, we used to go to Friday's together, and somehow, infused into the pure fat on the chicken fingers and nachos, is a little taste of my past. And so, every once in a while, I like to indulge. The person from High School I most associate with going to Friday's on Long Island, is Brian. And so, tonight is a fitting homage.




We always start by splitting a Nacho's. Brian was on the phone (cell) when I ordered these, and so he didn't get a chance to ask for "no peppers." So, I ended up eating most of these. I'm a pigasaurus when I want to be.




We then split our favorite entree: Chicken Fingers. They are better here than anywhere else on earth, especially with Friday's honey mustard.




And so, Brian and I always order LOTS of extra honey mustard. If you're going to "do" Friday's, you had might as well go all out.




On the way to the bathroom, Brian discovered an extra room downstairs, which creeped him out, so he made me go take a picture. There was an entire abandoned second floor of Friday's. It was weird to find in the basement. It must be for parties or something.




Brian on Cell in Manhattan.