Newark

Monday, June 8, 2009

“Gee, Tony, ‘ya ‘tink I should go whack dose guys?”

“Sal, if I told ‘ya once I tol’ you a ‘tousan times, we don’t ‘whack’ anymore – dat’s so old school.”

OK, we’re in Newark, and not the one that readily comes to mind from the opening credits of The Sopranos. This place just spruced up its canal frontage and sports a brand-new tie-up wall, free wifi, showers, laundry, etc. By far the best facilities we have encountered to date – and possibly the friendliest chamber of commerce representative who gave us the grand tour of the facilities. The down side is the town has nothing going for it. It’s a bland, white bread, inbred redneck town. Even the chain stores and motels are the second-rate ones. It does have, apparently, a top-notch ambulance service; the sirens have been going off every hour since we tied up. Maybe the lack of excitement finally pushed someone to go postal. Sirens and horns went off again as I type. As Eve notes, “Something is seriously wrong with this town.”

It didn’t help that we had a meal at this place that was recommended to us. The food matched the town and was way overpriced besides. Tony Soprano would not stand for this…

I miss the wings at Pony’s in Middleport.

Maybe pics tomorrow.