When I was in college, we used to frequent an improv theatre where one of the regular skits was something called "Stump Vanessa" where the players would attempt to stump their sound engineer (obstensibly, a woman named Vanessa) by calling out situations and suggestions and seeing if she could quickly find an appropriate sound that matched each situation. I don't recall Vanessa ever being stumped.
I sort of consider New York City a mega-metropolitan version of Vanessa. There's nothing you could ask for that NYC could not provide -- and usually in a readily accessible and available fashion.
Until last night.
We were simply looking for a Bollywood movie (ANY Bollywood movie, not necessarily anything in particular) to go to. We'd found a movie called "Jodhaa Akbar" that was 3.5 hours long and the reviews said it was an "epic bore" with pedestrian acting and terrible music.
Perfect! Just what we're looking for.
Except that it wasn't where we were looking for it.
I could have sworn that on Tuesday, I had located online listings that showed Jodhaa playing at a midtown Manhattan theatre, but by yesterday, the listing no longer reflected that. In fact, Jodhaa was not playing anywhere in Manhattan -- nor was any other Bollywood, Hindi or Tamil movie for that matter. We'd either have to venture to Queens or New Jersey if we wanted our sari and dupatta fix.
Since we weren't that ambitious, we opted for the easier path and just had Indian food on the UWS instead. (We went to the Earthen Oven on Columbus at 72nd -- for those of you looking for decent Indian food in the city, I would definitely recommend this place.)
I can't believe I actually stumped New York. NYC has nothing on Vanessa.
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