A story in today's New York Times explains why Tortilla Flats, a Mexican restaurant in the West Village neighborhood, celebrates its 17th annual Ernest Borgnine Night next week. The festivities include an Ernest Borgnine Look-Alike Contest open to both men and women.
Since there couldn't be a better time for local restaurants to lure customers into their dining rooms with festive promotions, why doesn't some clever restaurateur host a night devoted to one of the many celebrities who ha
Aruba, Jamaica oooh I wanna take you/To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama/Key largo, Montego, baby why dont we go: A Jamaican gunman took a planeload of passengers hostage at Sangster International Airport in Montego Bay, just the mention of which set off a Beach Boys "Kokomo" neural bomb in my head. It's not even the whole song, just the fucking chorus repeating over and over again, which makes me want to take whole airplanes of people hostage. The one good thing you can say about "Kokomo"
