Union Square 10PM

Union Square 10PM
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What a beautiful city Saint Plotniko is at night. Last night The Great Plotnik and The Great Ducknik met a friend for dinner at the lovely St. Plotniko Hotel. Plotnik and Ducknik's friend, Arizona Legs, was wearing shorts.

Now, everybody knows that you don't wear shorts in Saint Plotniko at night in November. Plotnik wore two shirts, a leather jacket and a scarf. Ducknik wore a heavy coat, a scarf and carried a blowtorch in her purse. Arizona Legs wore shorts.

The three walked through the Square and over to Belden Place, where they could choose between five different restaurants in which to gorge. Sam's was the leading candidate, but in the end it was the veal at Tiramisu which turned the tide. After dinner, Ducknik said 'that veal tasted like we were back in The Big Shmapple,' and Plot had to agree. The risotto was delicious too, though Plotnik apologizes for using up the Financial District's butter alottment for the next millenium.

Of course, The Big Shmapple has wonderful views at night too, as faithful Plotnikkie The Great Dancenik can attest. But Dancenik is a Saint Plotnikkian at heart. She knows that Saint Plotniko has a different sky, a different wind, a different vibe; it smells better, it's crowded, but not too crowded, filled but not overfilled with tourists, the veal is every bit as good as The Shmapple's and the bread is much better.

But back to Arizona Legs and his shorts -- even walking home, the man wasn't cold. Plotnik kept asking -- Legs kept laughing and saying he was fine. Tonight Arizona Legs will be with ten thousand others at a football pep rally in the Square. We can look for him in the paper Saturday morning -- there will be 9,999 people in coats, a few dressed up like Roman soldiers, a few like Golden Bears, and one wearing an SC cap with shorts, not one goosebump in the frame.