We Were Rejected by "The Daily Show" - And So Can You!

Well, we tried. I reserved tickets online ahead of time. We got into line around 3:45, well within the suggested 3:30pm - 4:30pm line-entering time listed in the email sent to me by "The Daily Show."

But, around 5:00pm, the line police told us we weren't getting in to see the show. So sad. However (bonus alert), the line police said we could get VIP tickets to another show, provided I emailed them to schedule a day! Score one for us. What were scores two and three? Seeing Rob Riggle and Aasif Mandvi leave the studio and come back, enabling me to take surreptitious, stalker-esque pictures of them from the line.

Rob Riggle talking to a writer (?) and drinking a large, iced coffee beverage:


A pissy-looking Aasif Mandvi:


Once we found out we weren't getting in and had given my name to the line police to ensure the VIP treatment next time, we decided to walk the two blocks to "The Colbert Report" and get on the standby line to see if we could see Stephen instead.
We waited in line for a bit, then were called up to the front to put our names on the list (apparently we were supposed to do this to begin with, whatever, we had no clue what was going on). Then, the douche-y McDouchersons behind us tried to cut us and get their names on the list first. Douches. We ended up in the right order on the list, after I yelled at those bitches, no worries. I'm old, I have probably 10 less years on this earth than they did, I deserve to see the show more than they do.*

Unfortunately, all the arguing was for naught. We didn't get in Colbert, either. So, we wandered up the street, being left with three hours to kill before our dinner reservations at Blue Smoke. Once we hit 9th Ave., we saw a bunch of bars, and, clearly, since there's nothing else to do in NYC other than drink when you have to kill time, we settled on Valhalla. They had lots of beer and the Yankees game on multiple plasma screens. Why would you choose somewhere else?

Wall of Beer:


The Beer Flights:


MD and I settled on a cider, Doc's Draft Hard Apple Cider, to be more specific. It was delicious. The beer flights and the concoction of Jack Daniels and beer were very tasty, according to BMG and NC. I didn't try them. I'm not that bold. It was a great place to spend a few hours on a Thursday afternoon, killing time before dinner, being happy to not be at work. If you're in Hell's Kitchen, I highly recommend it.

After two flights of beer, three 22-oz ciders, a few more beers, and two of the Jack and beer debacles, it was time to cab it over to Blue Smoke for dinner. Luckily, our cab driver was not nearly as angry as the one who took us to Otto, so we arrived without incident.





Now, just to warn you, we were all extremely hungry, due to not eating since lunch and the excessive drinking that had stopped occurring not even twenty minutes before. So, please don't be shocked when you see the amount of food we ordered and subsequently ate. Here we go:

The Porch Swing


The Condiments and an Illinois Swing


My Pulled Pork Platter


MD's Chicken Fried Sirloin


NC's Rib Sampler Platter with the sides of Collard Greens and Sweet Potato Fries


The Mac and Cheese


The Hush Puppies and the Delicious Dipping Sauce


OK, now, let me tell you. This was all so, SO good. The pulled pork, well, you can see the pink smoke ring, so you KNOW that bitch is good. MD loved her chicken fried sirloin and NC devoured the ribs like there was no tomorrow. The mac and cheese was creamy and smooth and incredibly rich. The sweet potato fries were enormous (TWSS) and cooked perfectly. The collards were clearly cooked for hours and tasted of sweet, sweet, delicious ham hock. The hush puppies were made of awesome and not greasy at all, despite the fact that they were submerged in boiling oil for a healthy amount of time. I don't have a good picture of it, but we also ordered two sides of cornbread. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, depending on your point of view, NC and I were the only two powering through most of the sides, so the two of us had more trouble than the others, me especially, as NC appears to have acquired a tapeworm. Thus, behold the aftermath:



Yeah, I know, kind of pathetic. We tried. Honestly, we did. Next time (oh, there will BE a next time), we'll do better. There was some talk of dessert, since one of the signature items is chocolate cake, served with a glass of milk. And we all know how BMG feels about dessert with milk. However, we decided against it, probably for the best.

Thus ended our adventure of non-Daily Showing, drinking, and the excessive stuffing of our faces. Back to Jersey City we went, to head home and watch the season finale of "The Office" on my TiVo.**

Next up at AbS - MD's Birthday celebration at Daryl Wine Bar.

*That, and while we were waiting on line, they treated us to such delicious sound bites as, "social conservatism is bigotry" and "McCain is pandering more than the other candidates." There were some other choice words spoken, but mostly we were trying to ignore the douche-y McDouchersons, which I apparently did a pretty good job of doing, since I have no recollection of any other word-vomit they uttered.

**And what an incredible disappointment it was. And NOT because of Jim and Pam, I could care less about those two at this point.