May Day 23

My blog streak is ruined…all thanks to my big sister, Meg and her wonderful sense of misadventure. What would’ve been a simple matter of getting home from Edgewater turned into a late night food run in Chinatown. How, you ask?

Well, if you look at a map and find Edgewater, NJ, you’ll find that it’s awfully close to the George Washington Bridge. To those folks who aren’t from the tri-state area, the George Washington Bridge connects New Jersey to the Bronx and Interstate Highway 95 North. It’s the one of the fastest ways to get to US-95 and head to Connecticut.

Anyway, if you’re not careful, once you get into a street that you’re not familiar with, the next thing you know, you’ll be standing in line to pay the toll to cross the bridge. Which is exactly what happened last night. Meg was trying to find a different way to get home and in so doing, turned into a street that turned out to be the very last exit in New Jersey before you get onto the bridge. We had no choice but to pay the toll and cross.

Well, Meg, said, since we’re in New York, want to grab something to eat in Chinatown? Again, to those folks not from this area, please refer to a map. Once you have found the George Washington Bridge, scroll all the way down the entire length of Manhattan into Houston Street. Yeah, that’s how far Chinatown is.

But what can you do? It’s near midnight, you’re hungry, you’re in New York City, and we were starting to realize what a good idea it was to be accidentally lost. So, we drove right to our favorite late night Chinese place, Hop Kee, where the service is meh, the ambience is what you’d expect from a hole in a wall (or in this case, a hole in the floor since it’s a steep climb down to the basement), and the food is fried, delicioius and greasy…including the tea!

After our decadent meal, we got back in our car and started to make our way back to the Franklin D Roosevelt Drive (more popularly known to the locals as the FDR Drive). Not being very familiar with the area, we relied heavily on signs to bring us to the FDR Drive. But somewhere along the way, we lost track of the signs and ended up on the Williamsburg Bridge and eventually into scary territory, otherwise known as Brooklyn.

Well, to make a long story short (too late?), we were supposed to be home last night around 11:30, which would’ve given me enough time to write about something that I now forget, but instead, we got home around 2am.

Oh well….


~ by Binibining Beth on May 24, 2008.

2 Responses to “May Day 23”

  1. Could have been worse… a wrong turn in my neck of the woods and you end up in Redneck country also known as Virginia… with no decent food to be found for miles!

  2. Hey I didn’t get us lost. I was just listening to the hunger pangs of my husband. He wanted Chinatown food so I obliged šŸ™‚

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