{"id":691,"date":"2015-03-01T08:48:26","date_gmt":"2015-03-01T12:48:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nymysteries.com\/?p=691"},"modified":"2015-03-01T08:48:26","modified_gmt":"2015-03-01T12:48:26","slug":"new-york-city-blog-feb-23-march-1-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/nymysteries.com\/?p=691","title":{"rendered":"New York City Blog Feb. 23 – March 1"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The 87th Academy Awards were very pretty and very boring. Shouldn\u2019t the MC be a comedian? Remember Steve Martin making that remark about the teamsters helping Michael Moore into the trunk of his car, Billy Crystal ad-libbing about the elderly man who kept talking and no one could hear him, Ellen DeGeneres\u2019s vacuum cleaner and selfie? This year we got Neil Patrick Harris in his underpants with a scared expression – they told me you\u2019d laugh – on his face. There’s an English music hall ditty, \u201cAlways the bridesmaid never the bride\u2026\u201d that I thought of as I watched handsome and hopeful Bradley Cooper sitting in the first row and ready to race to the stage. The same thing happened last year.<\/p>\n

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If you like crowded rooms that reek of meat and money, the venerable and lively Keen\u2019s Steak House is the place for you. I don\u2019t know if President Taft, the fattest president, dined there but many of his contemporaries did. In 1905 Lillie Langtry won the right to eat at Keens. She promptly devoured a mutton chop and is now immortalized by a nude painting that hangs over the bar.<\/p>\n

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