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Stars in my eyes

If you are a New Yorker, stop reading right now. This post is only for tourists, specially the folks crowding the Times Square looking for a bit of Broadway magic. You can obviously capture your Broadway memories at one of the many excellent plays or musicals around where I am right now. But the perfect touristy thing to do will be to head out to Stardust Diner.

Stardust is a Broadway parody of American midwest style diners, all chrome tables and faux leather booths. I am sure they have excellent burgers and fries or other diner-like food that I haven't seen as a vegetarian. But despite the awful food, I do end up here one evening every time I come to visit the Big Apple. Two reasons : one, the drinks. They do awesome grown-ups milkshakes that come in a tall metal tumbler. I only always drink malted mudslide and can vouch for it being out of the world.

The second, touristy, cheesy reason is their singing waiters. So one moment, your waitress is taking your order, the next one she is up there singing to glory. All of these are Broadway aspirants and not exactly superstars but it's a great fun way to spend an hour.

Comments

Hetal said…
thanks for the wonderful information...
Sangeeth said…
Simran, I have been there as a tourist and all the info u gave is cool! a must see place I wud say
somebody is roaming places... cool... waiting for u to get back ... ur arusivai is waiting.... :)
Usha said…
How interesting...will keep in mind for a future visit....:)
Priyanka said…
New York is a completely different world. The most amazing place in the world....i lived there for 3 years and they were the best years of my life....
hey babe you have something in my blog...check it out! ;)

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