San Diego: A Case of Mistaken Identity Part II

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Back before the Economic Crash (BEC), I was rolling down the street in Downtown San Diego going to say “what up” to one of my lawyers. He is also a good friend.

Anyways, I am rolling down the street, Custom Suited Down, smoking a grit, minding my own biz, when a cop car screeches and pulls up to the curb, hand on gun and yells, “Stop Right There!”.

I stop and think to myself, “What the hell is this about? I haven’t been on the Wessyde in 6 months.” Although it literally could be about a host of reasons.

So the cop, starts interrogating me:

“What is your name?” Michael Mason.

“Let me see your ID.” Hand it to him.

“What are you doing?” Going to see my attorney.

etc etc etc

Finally, after 15 minutes of this stuff, he says:

“Damn. I thought you were one of the Arellano Felix guys”, his voice drenched with disappointment.

Basically homeboy thought he had the collar of his career.

He finally let me go.

When I got to my attorney’s office, I relayed him the story.

My attorney friend says, “Really? Yeah, I have been meaning to tell you. Last time I was is Mexico surfing, there were tons of ‘Wanted Posters’ of this cat that looked exactly like you.”

It turns out that there was this young Arellano Felix lieutenant cat, know as “El Guapo” that was wanted by the authorities.

He was known as a reckless smuggler/killer that was dating some Miss Mexico or something.

I guess soon after, he was gunned down, and I haven’t had that “case of mistaken identity” thing happen sense.

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Don Omar Feat. Natti Natasha – Dutty Love (Official)

Montreal: A Case of Mistaken Identity Part I

As you all know, I was recently in Montreal.

I really loved the place, and Montreal holds a significant place in my future.

However, when I was there, a curious thing happened:

The first night I rolled out, Custom Suited Down, Going for Dolo, I stepped into Cavalli for a cocktails and a little grind session.

The fly bartender girl greeted me with a huge smile and a “Hello again! Great to see you, how have you been?”

Which kind of seemed strange, but I didn’t think much of it, beyond the fact that people in Montreal as nice as hell.

Then a little later, when I went outside for a cancer stick, I started talking to a fly Russian girl who was also smoking.

We rapped out a while, and she asked me my name.

“Michael Mason”, I answered.

She replied, “Oh yeah, we have met before.” and showed her dental work.

I was positive we had never met before, but I didn’t really correct her either.

This kind of stuff continued to happen at least once or twice a night throughout my stay in Montreal.

Upon refection on my plane ride out of Montreal, I can only deduce one thing:

There has to be some extremely handsome, charming, dashing, sharped dressed cat in Montreal who happens to look exactly like me rolling around there.

I am guessing he has to be a club promoter or some other “man about town” by the way everyone seemed to know “him”.

Strange.

But I guess that is just another reason to like Montreal.

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Yuna – Someone Out of Town

The G Manifesto Awards, The Best of 2011

Alright. Stop what your doing, because I’m about to ruin the image and style that your used to.

It is time again for The G Manifesto “Best of 2011″ Awards.

Once again, these Awards are places or things that I have been to or experienced in 2011. So don’t get itchy if your local dive bar in Denver or favorite P.F. Wang’s in Poughkeepsie didn’t make the list.

First, make sure you check out:

The G Manifesto Awards, The Best of 2007

The G Manifesto Awards, The Best of 2009

Best of Boxing 2011 Awards (We decided to break this one out this year).

Here are the rest of the Best of 2011, G Manifesto Awards:

Best International Nightlife City: Montreal, Canada. I am in love with this city. I am not sure of too many things, but this I am sure of: I will spend at least two months this summer in Montreal. Honestly, I think I can swoop a fly girl 8 out of 10 nights I go out there. It is probably closer to 10 out of 10, but I don’t want to sound like I am bragging. I almost slit my wrists for not coming sooner.

Honorable Mentions: Bogota, Buenos Aires, The beach towns and Summer Festivals of Spain

Best US Nightlife City: Miami Beach. Easily the top spot in the USA. Puts the West Coast to shame.

Honorable Mentions: New York City. I had too much success there in 2011 to leave it out.

Most Overrated US Nightlife City: Los Angeles. California has become a Police State, and Wessyde nightlife has gone down the tubes with it. California nightlife needs a whole new start like a person with a severed arm needs a tourniquet and a shot of tequila.

Best Gentleman’s Club City: Montreal. Didn’t really hit up too many Gentleman’s Clubs this year. But I went undefeated in Montreal.

Best US Nightclub: Mint, Miami Beach. Still holds strong after all these years. Took a loss here, but also had many KO’s.

Best US Nightlife District: Brickell, Miami. Quality of girl is off the charts.

Best US Restaurant for Fly Girls: Cipriani’s. No single restaurant in America holds as many stunners.

Best International Nightclub: Andre Carne de Res, Bogota. I don’t get impressed by nightclubs any more. Well, that’s until I stepped into Andre Carne de Res in Bogota. Place is sicker than a cancer victim.

Best High-Action City: Abidjan , Ivory Coast. It went off the rope earlier this year. I hit a decent Cocoa trade playing the political takeover as well. To be frank though, the time I spent on the horn and researching that trade, it wasn’t that great.

Best Day Game City: Miami Beach. Lincoln road. No question.

Best Beach: El Sardinero, Santander, Spain is more breathtaking than northern California’s coastline. And more striking than La Jolla, California.

Best International Restaurant: La Taberna del Gourmet, Alicante, Spain. The food is so good it made old E-tab and Cocaine buzzes hit me. Seriously, my nose got sweaty while dining here. Ate here three nights straight at one point.

Honorable Mention: Toque and Au Pied Du Cuchon, Montreal. Both these restaurants are straight crack.

Best Trade: The Silver trade. I rode the silver miners up and sold out earlier in the year. And unbelieveably sold out of my paper silver near the top. Super lucky. Now I buy physical on the dips.

Best US Restaurant: Joe’s Stone Crab. Miami Beach’s answer to former G Manifesto “Best of” winner, Galitories. Illmatic. I even got a table on the last day of Stone Crab season with two fly Latinas.

Best International Hotel: Hotel Maria Cristina, San Sebastián, Spain.

Best US Hotel: The Plaza Hotel, NYC.

Worst US Hotel: Shore Club, Miami Beach. Place has slipped. The service is a joke compared to Las Vegas. Place kind of made me edgy. And that is not easy to do.

Greatest Loss: Joe Frazier. Rest in peace.

Quote of The Year: “It’s so crazy. I am in America. The country that I represent, the Red, White and Blue. I make money in America. I feed the American citizens, I feed the people that are less fortunate in America. Even when I make it rain, I am still throwing money to Americans!.” By Floyd Mayweather Jr. at the post Victor Ortiz Fight presser.

That quote would have been hilarious alone as a joke. But the fact that Floyd was dead serious when he said it not only makes it the “quote of the year” it makes it the funniest thing said all year as well.

Best Movie: The Business. Finally a real International Playboy in a movie. Of course, it wasn’t a Hollywood movie, but that is to be expected.

Best Documentary: Square Grouper by the makers of Cocaine Cowboys.

Best Short Film: I still have soul (HBO Boxing)

Best Actor: Mike Tyson in The Hangover 2

Best Actress: Don’t know. Probably some P0rn girl.

Best Hip-Hop Album: Oneirology by CunninLynguists

Best Hip-Hop Track: Pusha T- Don’t Fuck With Me (Drake Diss) Someone had to destroy Drake. And who better to do it than Pusha T?

“Rappers on their sophomores, actin’ like they boss lords
Fame such a funny thing for sure
When n*ggas start believing all them encores
I’m just the one to send you off, bonjour“

Best Break out Hip-Hop Artist: Action Bronson. Bringing back those hard New York Street bangers for your ear drums.

Best Soul Track and Album: Raphael Saadiq, Stone Rollin

Best Blog: Sovereign Man by Simon Black

Best Forum: RooshvForum. The only forum for International Playboys.

Best Heist: The Federal Reserve and European Central Bank. We are getting Hustled only knowing half the Game.

Biggest Robbery: Manny Pacquiao’s “win” over Juan Manuel Marquez.

Woman of The Year: My MOM.

G’s of The Year: Miguel Cotto and Nicolas Berggruen. Cotto is an obvious choice. If you are not familiar with Berggruen, you should be. This guy is the ultimate International Playboy/ Perpetual Traveler. Peep the Data Sheet on the cat:

Long before dabbling with blank-check companies, Berggruen had already made enough money to buy all of the trappings of the ultrarich: a Fifth Avenue apartment in Manhattan, a mansion on a private island near Miami, the Gulfstream IV and artworks by Damien Hirst, Jeff Koons and Andy Warhol. Berggruen says that living amid all of that luxury turned into a burden and didn’t make him happy.
Buffett Pledge
“I understand the human instinct to want to create a nest and possess things, to show them off,” he says. “But for me personally, it became less and less interesting.”
So in 2000, Berggruen sold his houses, put his art collection in storage and gave away or sold most of his possessions, including his car. He says his decision to live a rootless existence wasn’t a means of dodging taxes; he says he pays them in the U.S.
The investor, who signed a pledge promoted by fellow billionaires Warren Buffett and Bill Gates to donate at least half of their wealth, says he’ll give away all of it eventually.
“Everything I do now is about growing the pot to have more to give away,” he says.
He has never married and says he is not interested in having children. Berggruen has been photographed at charity and fashion events arm in arm with a series of actresses and models, including Gabriella Wright, a British actress.

Source

It looks like his Wessyde Base of Operations is The Peninsula hotel in Beverly Hills. A place I am not all that unfamiliar with for knocking back some early night cocktails.

He still should bust a pocket square, but no one did it bigger and better than Berggruen and Cotto in 2011.

Already making heavy, and I mean heavy moves in 2012. Should be an even better year.

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

The Pick Up Artists VS The Lifestyle Designers

On every Pick Up Artist’s “about page” on their blog it says something to the effect of:

“I used to be a dork with no Game. I couldn’t get a girl to save my life. Then one day I read The Game by Neil Strauss, and my whole life changed. Now buy my e-book and I will tell you how to get girls!”

On every Lifestyle Designer’s “about page” on their blog it says something to the effect of:

“I used to be a cubicle monkey and I hated my life. My whole existence was a corporate prison and I could never travel. Then one day I read The Four Hour Work Week by Tim Ferriss, and my whole life changed. Now buy my e-book and I will tell you how to be location independent!”

You can either go those above routes, or you can just skip the bullsh*t and read The G Manifesto, pro-bono.

After all, I have been swooping fly girls, making CASH, and traveling the atlas from first street.

“The gentle reader will never, never know what a consummate ass he can become until he goes abroad. I speak now, of course, in the supposition that the gentle reader has not been abroad, and therefore is not already a consummate ass. If the case be otherwise, I beg his pardon and extend to him the cordial hand of fellowship and call him brother.” – Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

The Mile High Club Broken Down To The Bone Gristle

There seems to be some confusion out in the marketplace as to what really constitues membership in the Mile High Club.

Let me clarify this once and for all:

To have membership in The Mile High Club, you need to swoop a girl on a plane that you have never met before.

IE, it must be a “cold” swoop.

Swooping your wife, banging your girlfriend or taxing a girl you already knew does not count as full “Gold Level Membership”.

I probably just revoked thousands upon thousands of people of their “Membership Status”. But it had to be done.

That being said, in all fairness, there are some other junior levels of membership:

Silver Level Status: Blower on plane from a girl met “cold”

Bronze Level Status: Shaker on plane from a girl met “cold”

Copper Level Status: Nudity on plane from a girl met “cold”

And a couple of “Advanced Statuses”:

Palladium Level Status: Swoop two separate girls at separate times on plane from a girls met “cold”

Platinum Level Status: Swoop two girls at the same time on plane from a girls met “cold”

And at least one “Wild Card Status”:

Cherry Level Status: Swoop a virgin on plane from a virgin girl met “cold”

I hope this clears everything up.

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(Side note: It is not really my language to say “The Mile High Club”, but I used that term here in an effort to have more normal people understand what the hell I am speaking on.)

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Flight Facilities – Feeling

Piers Morgan On La Costa del Crime, Marbella, Spain

As any reader of The G Manifesto knows, I am a big advocate of life in Spain.

And that I spent last summer swooping topless girls on the beaches of Spain.

I have never made it down as far as Marbella, but it is on my short list (although I don’t think it will happen this year).

Here is a good video, worth watching on Marbella, Spain. The jury is still out on this Piers Morgan guy, but still, a good video.

Peep it:

It goes without saying that when I hit up Marbella, Spain, I am going to do it on a way more smooth tip than shown in this video.

But that is neither here nor there.

Here is a little Data Sheet on La Costa del Crime a while back:

This is Puerto Banus, a luxury suburb of Marbella in southern Spain and truly a millionaire’s paradise.

But who are these people and where does their wealth come from?

The majority are legitimate businessmen, but Britain currently has a list of 230 known criminals sheltering in Spain and many of them are believed to live in and around Puerto Banus.

The Costa del Sol has seen an upsurge in violent crime in recent years with British, Irish and Russian gangs vying with local Spanish criminals for command of the lucrative drugs trade.

Morocco is only 40 miles away across the southern horizon.

The profit margins for smuggling Moroccan cannabis and Colombian cocaine are too tempting for many ex-pats, even when threatened with imprisonment or death.

A Briton was arrested in April this year in nearby Fuengirola after a consignment of cannabis and cocaine was discovered.

And drug dealer Scott Bradfield, from London, was murdered in October 2001.

His limbs were found in a suitcase on wasteland near Torremolinos in December and his head and torso were discovered in another case nearby.

Source

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AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

McP’s Irish Pub, Coronado: Navy SEAL Sniper Chris Kyle Knocks Out Jesse Ventura?

Believe it or not, I was watching Fox News the other night (I sometimes do for a few minutes just to see how idiot Americans think) and caught a clip of chickenhawk coward Bill O’Reilly interviewing Navy Seal Chris Kyle, who has something like 200 sniper kills. Great.

However, right at the beginning of the interview, O’Reilly starts talking about a section of the book that Chris Kyle is peddling where Kyle supossedly punched and dropped Former Governor, former Navy Seal and former Mongol, Jesse Ventura.

He also goes on to slander Ventura pretty bad when he says Ventura told him, “You deserved to lose a few (Navy Seals), over there.”

Keep in mind that O’Reilly has beef with Ventura and starts spazzing like a little girl with a brand new Barbie doll when Kyle recounts the story. Peep it:

Right off the bat, this story seems a little shaky.

Now, I know Coronado, I have been going there since I was a young pup. I know the place like the back of my hand.

My Godfather is a main gun there on the “in the shadows” tip. He once came out of the shadows for a brief period, and that is all I will say on the matter, as it would be easy to figure out his identity.

My 2nd best running partners grandfather is a Coronado legend. And worldwide legend. And that is all I will say on that as well.

Suffice to say, I know Coronado, California and some of my earliest memories as a child were visiting my Godfather, The Hotel Del and the beach there.

Initially, I wouldn’t deny that this happened, but in Coronado, if there is a fight (or any type of crime) trust me on this one, police will be involved. (California is a Police State now after all.)

Here is Venturas response to the accusations:

Exclusive: Jesse Ventura Demands Fox Retraction for Sniper’s Lies 1/3

Here are a few more of my thoughts after listening to Ventura’s side of the story:

1. Basically, what the guy describes is sucker punching an older guy and running. Not really brag worthy.

2. He slanders Ventura pretty bad. I know Ventura is anti-war (like pretty much everyone I know who served in a war), but it seems completely out of character that he would say that “you deserve to lose a few men”.

3. In the age of cell phone cameras and TMZ, and everything else weesh that our modern day society has cooked up, it is hard to think this wasn’t captured by someone. Or in the news. Especially in Coronado.

4. I am pretty good at reading people, I have had to be in my line of work, and from Ventura’s voice, it doesn’t sound like he is lying. The younger cat gives off strange energy and body language. Maybe he just got back from Iraq, so maybe that is why. I would have to know more details, but if I had to bet money, the younger cat seems a little more shaky.

5. He is selling a book.

Now, it just so happens that I went to Coronado today to drop off an “envelope” to my Godfather and listen to his infinite wisdom for a couple of hours. The first time I have been Coronado since December of last year.

So I decided to step into McP’s Irish Pub (the site of the alleged incident) and get a Guinness and one of their Reubens that I like (I have probably been here 10-15 times before in my life).

After asking around a little about this story, and talking with people I know (I keep friends in high and low places and have eyes and ears everywhere), I can say with 99.9% accuracy (I wasn’t there after all) that Chris Kyle’s story is completely false.

Side note:

I have the utmost respect for those who have served in the military. Almost all my family has. My Father has. My Godfather has. I support the troops 110%.

And trust me, Navy SEAL are cats that you don’t want to mess with.

I have some Navy SEAL brawl stories, some hilarious, that I might share down the road.

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

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A Subtle Way To Prevent Girls From Falling Too Hard For You

In the past, we covered How to Un-Pick up Girls. (Mad Innovative and futuristic. Even most “top” players will only start incorporating those moves in 5-7 years).

Here is a move straight out of The Chambers of The G Manifesto to prevent girls from falling too hard for you:

If you are anything like me and you travel the world, do a lot of “math”, and accomplish it all while Custom Suited Down, you are going to have girls fall for you. And fall hard.

One way to stop this from happening is to tell girls after you swoop them, that you “hate” celebrating holidays.

You see, girls are completely brainwashed by society and “love” holidays.

Ever met a girl that didn’t absolutely love the holidays? Yeah, me neither. They don’t exist.

Telling a girl that you “hate” holidays is somewhat like telling a little kid that the Easter Bunny isn’t real; it blows their whole foundation up.

After the shock waves settle, girls start viewing you as “not relationship material”, which is exactly what you want them to think.

And let’s face it, American Holidays are weesh.

Lets’ break a few of them down:

New Year’s Day/Eve – If you really want to party, you don’t need society to tell you when. And it’s better to do it on a day when every dork is partying and The Police State is in full force. New Years Eve very well could be the only night of the year where I won’t go out at night.

Thanksgiving Day – I like turkey as much as the next cat, and I love mashed potatoes like any good half Irish kid does, but I can have a big meal with my family anytime.

Christmas Day – If you really want to give a gift to someone, you can do it August 1st. Or March 12th. Or…you get the broken picture.

April Fool’s Day – Kind of funny. Also, kind of tired.

Chinese New Year – Maybe would be smooth if you were in Hong Kong or Macau or somewhere. In America? Weesh.

Cinco de Mayo – Phony holiday created by the beer companies. And I can’t stand Tequila (drank a whole bottle to the brain as a kid and I still can’t even smell the stuff). I will pass like Jim McMahon.

Halloween – If you are a “Monster” like Cody, everyday is Halloween.

Mardi Gras and Ash Wednesday – Not too bad, but I would never do again. (And it wasn’t my choice to do it the time I did).

Mother’s Day – I do celebrate this one.

St. Patrick’s Day – Green beer? Come on. And this is from someone who’s Father was born in Northern Ireland. Belfast.

Valentine’s Day – Might be the worst of the bunch.

Any questions?

This all being said, I do dig holidays in foreign countries. I love the week-long Spanish Festivals in Summertime. However, America is such a Police State that outside of Mardi Gras, we don’t have any week-long, all-night party holidays.

And I do enjoy Bastille Day.

Hell, the more I think about it, I love Bastille Day; surfing a beach break during the day, picking up on topless girls at the beach and then an all night party with E-Tabs and fireworks?

Count me in.

What do we have to do to get a beach/beautiful topless girls/Bean holiday cooking in America?

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Gabriel Davi – Beautiful (Official Video) [HD]

Travel Bum Show: The Cuba Prostitution Documentary

“Cuban women can take a compliment without sneering at you as though you offered them your entire soul.” – Andrew Lindy

A friend of mine recently sent me The Cuba Prostitution Documentary by Andrew Lindy.

This cat obviously has talent. It is pretty damn good.

It is not a documentary about “prostitution” Cuba per se (and I don’t mean Thomas Keller’s restaurant Per Se either), as in the guy pays money in exchange for sex, it is more about the cat trying to pick up girls in Cuba.

I have been thinking someone needs to do an Anthony Bourdain-style travel show for the swooping girls set.

It sometimes makes me wish I could get in front of a camera and bust something out. It would be probably the dopest video show on the Internet. But I never would for a host of reasons.

But that is neither here nor there.

Peep it:

The Cuba Prostitution Documentary from Travel Bum on Vimeo.

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Natures Way Coconut Oil-extra Virgin

Here is the trailer for The Travel Bum Show:

Travel Bum Trailer from Travel Bum on Vimeo.

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

New York City: Nightclub and Restaurant Data Sheets

In October, I had the pleasure of hitting up New York City again. It had been awhile. Place is still fresh.

Here are my favorite spots to hit up like a jay of Northern Lights #5.

Dream Hotel -355 West 16th Street
Ill spot. Rooftop is dope. So is the lounge. Might be hard to get in, I was with a Model girl so entry was academic.

Kenmare – 98 Kenmare St
Ripped this spot from pillar to post. Met and swooped fly Model girl I went with to above spot. Heard it closed from my contacts for a bit since I went.

The Darby – 244 West 14th Street
Pretty good. Pretty good. Like Mekhi Phifer says in 8 Mile.

El Castillo De Jagua – 113 Rivington St
Old school favorite of mine for a grind.

Les Enfants Terribles – 37 Canal Street
Another move I like.

La Esquina - (F*ck the address thing. Look it up yourself. I am kicking the solid gold sh*t. You can do some of the work.)
Dope spot. Models. Can you dig it?

Pegu -
Cocktail spot. Some swoops to be had. To the brain.

Jane Hotel -
Decent.

Smile
Decently good.

Raouls –
Love this spot. I would marry it, if I believed in marriage. But I don’t. Still, the steak tartare, cocktails, and conversation (and swoops) are worth their weight in Gold Eagle Coins.

Balthazar
Love this place for lunch. And Dinner. And I probably would love it for breakfast if I was ever up that early. Hell, I would spend 24 hours a day here if they would let me. A perfect restaurant. Hell, even the water temperature of the tap water they serve you is perfect. Steak tartare go off, non-stop.

Cipriani
No restaurant in America has as many stunningly beautiful girls per capita. Like the downstairs. Love the upstairs. It’s on like Vietnam.

Casa Mono
For my comida Espanola fix. And I need that fix more than a heron addict needs heron.

Mercat
Tambien.

Grammercy Tavern
Love this spot. Real illmatic.

Mondrian Hotel Bar
Good for early night swoops and warm up cocktails. You like “warm up cocktails” right?

Yonah Schimmel’s Knishes Bakery
Old school favorite.

Spice Market
Still smooth.

Mercer Kitchen
Dope.

Lure Fish Bar
Good for a “transition cocktail” and a swoop.

Mercer Hotel
Yeah, yeah.

Soho Grand Hotel
Still kreeg. (That’s Kauai slang for those that don’t know)

Daniel
Grinds.

Del Posto
Grinds.

Minetta Tavern
If this place was an Exotic Dancer, I might even spring for a lap dance. Maybe.

Blue Hill
I am down.

60 Thompson Hotel
Yeah.

Circa Tabac
One word: Grits

Café Boulud
Word up.

Blue Ribbon
Down like King Kong. And Donkey Kong. And I drop Game bombs.

Pastis
If this place was a beek, I would snort it.

Lizarran
Some of my people don’t like it, but they roll out the red carpet for your humble author. Could be the Custom Suit. Could be the fat Bankroll. Or the winning personality. Not sure which one. Hard to track. Do I care? No.

Eleven Madison Park
I will pay for the bill, and float a heavy tip.

Lombardis Pizza
Great mid-day grind, while dissing that weesh actor guy from HBO’s Entourage.

Russ And Daughters
Come on? Place is straight grindy.

Katz Deli
Russ And Daughters or Katz? Great question. I think I will split time 50-50. And I don’t mean that spot in Miami Beach either.

Per Se
Tom Keller delivers on the Eastside.

Osteria Morini
Mid-day bar grind? For sure.

Jean-Georges Restaurant
Word.

Le Bernardin
Especially for fresh seafood on a Monday. One of the few places I will eat seafood on a Monday.

21 Club
My friend has this place on lock. I have to admit I am kind of jealous.

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