I took time out for lunch today despite my crazy workload. Sometimes ya just gotta get out. The past few weeks I've been meeting my friend Ellie for a bite to eat; she works up on Broadway and 9th Street while I work in Tribeca so we wind up meeting midway. That middle happens to be in the middle of nowhere as far as finding a reasonably priced lunch. For those who don't know the area, Prince Street and the blocks between Broadway and Bowery are strewn with either overpriced eateries or affordable tiny dining places that are usually already packed because lucky hungry people who beat you to it. On cue, the two rocket scientists pick Prince as the place to find a lunch spot. While we cluelessly search for a place to chow down (as if several have popped up over the past three days), we notice a couple of movie trailers parked on Prince near Mulberry. While walking past the trailers, Ellie says something which I don't quite catch but as we keep walking she tells me that I missed seeing John Goodman who was making a cell phone call (he's in town filming the indie film, "Gigantic." Very appropriate.) I look back and all I see is Goodman's gut, clad in a grey sweatshirt, hanging out from the doorway of the trailer. I guess he was either having a difficult time getting a signal from the inside of the trailer or was desperate for attention (probably the former). Regardless, I didn't bother to go back until after I had my Ray's pizza. Ellie and I passed by again but the trailer door was shut and John was nowhere to be found. But at least I saw part of him.
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