When Mr. Jules Met Mrs. Jules

The film When Harry Met Sally is one of my all-time favourites so naturally being in New York and finding ourselves, Monday morning, in the East Village we set out to find the diner Katz.  Remember the simulated orgasm scene when Harry (Billy Crystal) claimed that he could always spot when a woman was faking it and the ensuing oscar-nominating rendition by Sally ( Meg Ryan )?  I was there.  In the chair that is, okay at the table next to it.  (There’s a sign above the table saying When Harry Met Sally was filmed here and it was just too corny even for me).  I had promised Mr. Jules I WOULD NOT embarrass him with my own fervent rendition – moi? – but I was disappointed that there is no longer waiter service (bar orders only) and thus was unable to mutter the immortal words

 ”I’ll have what she’s having.” 

 We had scrambled eggs and sausage links and gallons of coffee and tried to look like New Yorkers which was a pointless exercise.

We ate a huge amount in New York.  I don’t know whether it was all the walking or the jet lag but we seemed to be permanently hungry.  We ate three sushi meals and the best steak ever at Angelo’s and Max’s.  Whatever they are feeding the cows over there and it probably isn’t legal or healthy but it is bloody good stuff.

We also had a wonderfully greasy, stodgy, tasty Mexican washed down with giant cranberry margaritas at Chevy’s in front of THE GAME.  The best and kindest way to sum up Chevy’s is: What You See Is What You Get.  It is a no frills establishment but I wish they didn’t now, by law, have to put the calorie content under each selection.  Mr. Jules carefully ordered a 600 calorie salad so I defiantly ordered the 1200 calorie chicken taco festa with extra guacomole.

If I lived in New York I would be at least 35% heavier, shleping it in from Queens every day and Mr. Jules would no doubt be skinnier and living in the Upper East side.

PS In a shop in Union Square whilst searching for Levis for Lexi a woman started searching the pile next to me.  It was Julianne Moore!  Her red hair in a scrunchy and no make-up she looked like any other middle aged mother buying jeans for her kids.  She was sweet and kind to the sales assistant who almost fainted with joy and luckily couldn’t find his camera.