The Bow Wow Wow crew then dragged their asses out of bed at 7 a.m. to fly to New York. So being mostly British, let’s talk about the weather: It sucked. Semi-hurricanes and mutant killer rain caused our flight to be delayed by over an hour and a half. Luckily we had a fab, mad Jamaican soccer fan as our JetBlue flight attendant, who kept the drinks flowing and the jokes going.
Once in New York, after checking into the hotel, we hit Adrian’s fav NY late night eatery, Big Nick’s. Annabella asked, “Why is it called Big Nick’s?” Then we saw the menu and the pitchers of beer and our questions were answered.
Sitting outside this classic NY deli at Broadway and 77th at 1 a.m. we met some of the maddest BWW fans you could imagine. And not all of them had two legs. One fan even had a dog with a Mohawk. We were really impressed until Leigh pointed out that it was a ridgeback and they came that way.
“Sitting outside at that corner gave us some strange and entertaining experiences that we’d never get in California,” notes Adrian. “I remember Stan,” offered Leigh, who was happy to remember at least one detail from the previous night.
Adrian’s Tip of the day: “When touring with British people make sure you drive.”