One foot inside and a face I recognize locks in with mine, I know this person but can not place her. She certainly remembered me tho.
With neck strapping the Don Julio Tequila bag around my neck, worked it properly in place, such as a like a feed bag for horses. It felt right and we drank up, we were merry and engage in continual chit chat having not seen many of the YELP Elites in a few weeks.
And as I walked the food line with my guest, the horrors of self temporary food deprecation really began to set in and I wanted nothing more than too do away with my Mule Bag as fantasies of sugar sweet treats, pumpkin canoils and spicy tuna danced in my head.
The sheer number of vendors was staggering, below is a listing of some of the many vendors that took part in the event, that seemed as well attended and as robust as the Inaugural Ball.
1) Thirsty Koala Lamb Chops -chocolate salted carmel lamb chops. An active Yelp restaurant participant that yearly hosts events and it should be understood.
2) ICONYC – Brewery in Astoria. Hoptrolllop: bitter & hoppy for a ‘NE-styled IPA’ & Cream Ale w/ coffee was
3) Snowdays – Pocky stick was cute
4) Juju Bowl – Slightly sweet BBQ bowl.
5) Butcher Bar: Classic brisket. *Burnt ends were the Best!*
6) Allora Italian Kitchen: Meatballs
7) Pata Paplean: Extra Spicy tuna salad. *tuna was sautéed with onions and sliced peppers*
8) Bourbon Street Cafe: Fresh and warm crunchy corn bread, was delish.
9) Rare Treats: Gourmet coconut, chocolate, green tea and black sesame soft cookies.
More Don Julio Mules –
I was barely on the lower level choosing to stay in the second floor, where you could really get a full, birdseye view of the evenings event.
And while the DJ spinning tunes kept the karaoke going, more and more attendees whom all braved the rain kept filling in. Fortunately, The Queens Museum was more than enough space to mix and mingle and housed the amount of people on hand.
Allora Italian kitchen,
Blend On The Water,
One Station Plazat,,
Rizzo’s Fine Pizza,
As to my above mentioned side note:
About four months ago, Queens Museum hosted a well attended Ramones exposition, showcasing instruments, letters, instruments and such. I lightly touched a jacket and in a flash some boob preempted to give me the heave ho to which I called him a twit and dismissed him, the curator of the event. He called security as I continued the tour and ignored his tantrum. The kind woman with whom locked in on me was the museums curator and allowed me too stay and gave me a mini tour of the innards of this magnificent building.