JFK
Up for 24 hours and not feeling the least bit tired. Amazing what excitement and adrenaline can do.
HKG
Sixteen hour flight on Cathay Airlines went smoother than expected and relatively painless. The flight attendants were all very attractive, if this any indication of what lies ahead I am truly excited.
PEK
Dragon Air, our connecting flight to Beijing served some delicious cookies that reminded me of the treats Sandy would get in Chinatown.
Beijing, China – Capital Hotel I get the impression our hotel is frequented by foreign dignitaries. The late night hamburger we had tasted like meatloaf. I suspect they use the same seasoning used in their pork dumplings. Further testing / sampling is required. Click here for more details.
My trip to Asia is only two days away and I am excited / nervous about the sixteen hour flight to Hong Kong. Every time I close my eyes I see the intro to Euro Trip playing on the back of my eye lids. I know it doesn’t make sense but when do I ever make sense?
Rowdy frat bars don’t usually pique our interest. But Superdive so perfectly replicates the Alpha Beta experience that, fine, we’ll do a reluctant keg stand. But just one. Chug a few beers at this raucous Alphabet City saloon and it’s easy to forget you’re in a bar at all. It’s like a fictional frat house, with a lack of decor so striking—a couple of couches, a long ugly bar, a few tables hosting beer pong—it could’ve been achieved only by drunk dudes who slept through the campus-center poster sale. The crowd appears to have stumbled out of an Abercrombie catalog and on most nights packs the place full. In fact, on weekends you’ll want a reservation—an absurd requirement for a place that postures as the ultimate dive bar.
Despite blog rumors, customers are not allowed to mix their own. — Time Out New York
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Rowdy frat bars don’t usually pique our interest. But Superdive so perfectly replicates the Alpha Beta experience that, fine, we’ll do a reluctant keg stand. But just one. Chug a few beers at this raucous Alphabet City saloon and it’s easy to forget you’re in a bar at all. It’s like a fictional frat house, with a lack of decor so striking—a couple of couches, a long ugly bar, a few tables hosting beer pong—it could’ve been achieved only by drunk dudes who slept through the campus-center poster sale. The crowd appears to have stumbled out of an Abercrombie catalog and on most nights packs the place full. In fact, on weekends you’ll want a reservation—an absurd requirement for a place that postures as the ultimate dive bar.
