New York / Detroit Trip 2008 Day 2 - New York Part 2

Hour 46 - 5:30pm Sunday

After our quick nap, we grab our Metro passes and once again jump down to the 96th street subway, and head downtown to Eight Mile Creek Aussie restaurant on Mulberry St, Little Italy, NY. The restaurant is owned by a few Australian guys from Whyalla. It's starting to get dark ,and for the first time, it seems a little spooky coming back out of the subway on lower broadway. Eight Mile is only a few streets away, and we're there in no time. It's a cute little restaurant, with an upstairs and downstairs bar, and a beer garden out the back. We settle in for a Coopers (even Sarah had a pale ale...!). 

We order dinner and end up at the bar eating and chatting to the barman (from New York), a waiter from Sydney, and a very drunk Melbourn'ite that was in NY working for Citibank. We also had a chat to one of the owners from Whyalla, Frank Ford. We are actually good friends with Meg Ford (his sister) so after introducing ourselves, we got down to some more serious drinking... coopers once again, of course. The menu had some obligatory Aussie fare - kangaroo etc... - and meals were pretty damn good, IMHO. As the evening wore on, our little Melbourne friend became increasingly drunk, along with another two Aussies that wandered in - one in a wheelchair, who quite unceremoniously tipped over coming back in from outside.... oh dear. Frank dealt with them in true country style telling them (not so polietly) to bugger off, insisting to throw them in a cab. Just like back home.....

Saying our goodbye's, we head off to the Hotel for a well earned rest. When we get back to the hotel, I enquired at the desk where we could get a can of drink (soda) and ice, and was happily told that there were ice machines and soda machines on every floor. A quick first person survey revealed that this really meant ice on every floor, and coke machines on 4,5,7,9,12 .... hmm, and the ones on 5,7 and 9 were out of coke. I eventually found a couple of cokes, and filled up the ice bucket (us hotels don't usually have fridges, but instead have ice machines on every floor, and you fill up an ice bucket to keep things cold) and proceeded to pass out, quite thoroughly exhausted.