tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697808681216252889.post1669312745862828847..comments2009-03-05T06:57:28.397-05:00Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01920848785635819392nick1968@gmail.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697808681216252889.post-74179700204419679512008-11-15T14:51:00.000-05:002008-11-15T14:51:00.000-05:00Your reply, "Not in a place like this" is priceless!<BR/><BR/>I really enjoyed your post, but for all the <B>wrong</B> reasons.<BR/><BR/>Obviously, my wife and I will never eat at <I>Mr. Jones</I> in NYC, nor will we ever eat "yakitori" . . . although we frequently enjoy grilled skewers of spicy marinated chicken at home.<BR/><BR/>But, inquiring minds want to know . . . how can a waitress be wearing an "impossibly skimpy dress"? <BR/><BR/>Unless the waitress is impossibly unattractive.DocChuckhttp://profile.myspace.com/docchucknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697808681216252889.post-20496347584947287542008-11-10T10:38:00.000-05:002008-11-10T10:38:00.000-05:00oh man, that sucks that it wasn't so good. there are some better places in the city for yakitori. <BR/><BR/>there's always places like yakitori taisho on st. marks. and nytimes reviewed soba totto last winter<BR/><BR/>http://events.nytimes.com/2008/02/06/dining/reviews/06under.htmldannyhttp://www.foodinmouth.com/noreply@blogger.com