Nearly got run over by a young Korean gal running down the sidewalk on Kimchi Alley (32nd St.) on my way back to my hotel at 1:00 a.m. from a faux Irish bar a couple blocks away. Where I had just been discussing the plight of Polish immigrant workers in Ireland's economic downturn (a question I asked) with the real Irish bartender and two Danish tourists who were heading up to Harlem tomorrow, all of whom were telling me how great a city Berlin is to visit as I sipped a couple Manhattans. This after a late dinner at a Japanese fast food joint (Yoshinoya) after watching Frank Langella rage against the machine in A Man For All Seasons. Wherein one of the supporting roles (Roper) was played by an American actor who looked very familiar because, as it turns out, I had seen him in a loooooong, full production of Long Day's Journey Into Night in Dublin a year ago, the night I arrived suffering from a combination of a sleepless night on the way over and inability to sleep due to jet lag.
Where else could all of this happen in one evening, and it would be one of the least eventful nights of a trip?
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