After our beers, we headed two blocks east so that Phil and his buddy could experience the wonder that is Lombardi's Pizza. (If you live anywhere NEAR NYC, go to Lombardi's. Here's what you want: A large pie with extra mozerella, mushrooms, calamata olives and pepperoni. Trust me.)
I'm sort of a lightweight as it is so by the time I'd finished my second pint (well before 11am) I was pretty much drizzunk. Here's Phil calling Grant (who at the time was living at a ranch in Northern California and working on his book) and telling him what poof I was for being drunk off two pints. Hahaha.
Saturday morning I was awaken by my friend Grant's Uncle Phil (Philthy Phil!), who was in town on business from Norway! Turns out, he was walking around with his business associate in Chinatown mere blocks from my apartment. I asked where he'd like to meet up and he asked "Is there a pub around that's open yet?" (Keep in mind, this is like 10:30am). So we headed to Spring Lounge and shot the shit and grabbed a few pints.
