I met up with three other fellow severance kids, and first stopped by a new place called Bagouette on 25th and Lexington. If you're in the Curry Hill area, definitely try out their amazing Spicy Pork Banh Mi sandwich. Yes, I did find out about it in Time Out NY. I dont think I've bought a copy of it since I first moved to the city, but with a cover like "750 cheap things to do in NY" I couldn't resist.
The star of the afternoon, however, was technological and not gastronomical. We went to the Lincoln Square Cinema to watch Under the Sea: 3D on IMAX. As a lover of technology (I did, after all, get really friggin' excited by Bolt Bus wifi) these are two technologies I was totally wrong on. I think it was 2003 that I became convinced all theaters would become IMAX-format after they begin releasing some "normal" movies on them. Of course, this didn't happen. When I was 14, I watched a 3D movie at Universal Studios and could not believe how advanced the experience actually was, with birds seeming to be literally inches away from me. Of course, that was 1994, and we're not exactly living Back to the Future 2 right now.
I was excited to find this movie as I always loved field trips to the Science Museum as a kid and the IMAX movies that accompanied them. I strongly recommend Under the Sea: 3D to anyone who has the opportunity to go. It's only 40 minutes, and at $16.50 a ticket, not exactly recession friendly, but the movie was unreal. The undersea scenes are just beautiful* (there really is no other word for them) and the music and production makes each cent spent extremely worthwhile. Jim Carry is the narrator, and is extremely normal (not pee on the set Jim Carrey). The visual experience is unparalleled, but I'm not gonna deny, when the closing third of the movie gets into environmental damage and its effects on species, I was definitely transported back to being an idealistic eight year old wanting to save the ocean.
*I will address the general discomfort of guys using the word "beautiful" with regard to describing natural beauty. I will never forget a moped excursion with three male friends in Corfu (a Greek Island) during my semester abroad. We had taken our mopeds out to a cliff and were watching a spectacular sunset over the ocean. As a testament to the sunset's raw beauty, here you had four meatheadish 20yr old Americans abroad waiting to go drinking at the hostel, but there was at least a minute of pure silence as everyone reflected on the scene in front of us. Of course, rather than anyone saying the scene was either "beautiful" or "awe-inspiring", a chorus of "that is fucking sweet" or "goddamn, that is a sick sunset" were the only words uttered.
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