the seinfeld restaurant only takes ca$h
if you ever find yourself here:
make sure you bring cash with you. Still 68% in tourist mode, I had some paper with me. Usually, however, this is not the case. But seeing as how my debit card is gone, I have no choice. Which upsets me because now my expenditures aren’t rounded off and put in my savings.
Come Monday I successfully got my green tea from the almost-corner-store with the fast-talking-fucking-kRazY Asian ladies. A 180 from my first I-think-I’m-actually-in-China trip into that deli, I now just walk in, get my shit, say bye to them and walk out. Pro.
This is the place:
I guess I could have foreseen the language issue if I’d noticed the window on my first trip there. Anyway, Monday, got the tea and the 3 writers were greeted by a real assignment! Crushing our 7-hour facebook + Bejewled plans, the boss told us to write headlines for a new next generation casino. So on Monday, we wrote a shitload of headlines and, as far as the agency goes, that’s the only contact we had all week.
The German teacher was nice to us, the funny yet overtly hipster teachers ripped us new assholes and I came out of the week with this as proof I did SOMETHING:
for seab.
