Saturday Night Fangirl

So, after a night of drinking that ended an hour early (thanks, stupid Daylight Savings) last night, I was jonesing for some pizza. As an only occasional visitor to the Upper East Side, a resident pointed us towards a place on 3rd Avenue, somewhere around 83rd or 84th. As we walked in, we noticed some very large framed photos on the wall of a great man who had been known to enjoy a slice of sausage pizza now and then.

Sorry the pic sucks, but it was taken with a camera phone.

Yes, I ate at John Travolta's favorite NYC pizza joint. So the guys running the place told me, and so I believe. I must have asked the manager a zillion questions about John, and he told me to leave my number so he could call me if John ever came back. Ha. I'm no dummy.

Of course, in my now-sober state, I'm realizing that he was a fairly attractive Italian guy with possible ties to John Travolta, and I have been dateless for what seems like the last 100 years, so I probably should've slipped him the digits.

Comments

That pic is vaguely pornographic. I like it. Did you realize that at the time you visited us in Bay Ridge you could well have walked in Johnny Boy's exact footsteps? That 'hood was the setting of SNF.
Dale said…
Slipped him the digits? My mind races.
Claire said…
Sure, you could do worse than a guy who owns John Travolta's favorite pizza place.
What if Travolta had shown up? Would you have asked for some Grease Lightning?
Gwen said…
Gah! What were you thinking? Go back! Date that man and write all about it here so I can live vicariously.
Red said…
That is fantastic!
Soda and Candy said…
ooh, hot pizza dude!

There's no reason you can't go back there!

: )
Dr Zibbs said…
"Why don't you put out a missin' person's report?"

That's my imitation of JT from Grease.
SkylersDad said…
Using the patented "fold in half lengthwise" pizza eating move...

You're a pro girl, don't let anybody tell you otherwise!
I love it! You go girl. But, I can't help but think the dude was just feeding you a supreme line of bullshit so he could try and get into your pants-type-deal. Drunk or not your instincts are right on.

Mamma didn't raise no fool.
rachaelgking said…
That picture is AWESOME. And I maintain that after a certain hour of night, pizza can only be eaten if folded in half. Well done.
You coulda been like John's cousin in law's wife or something! Just think of the possibilities for Thanksgiving.
Fancy Schmancy said…
Maybe you need to crave pizza again this weekend!