People said we'd either love or hate "Adding Machine," and as it turned out, I liked it quite a bit, although the intensity of the experience, with its metaphorically obtuse main character, Mr. Zero, invites the kind of giddy glee one feels after a particularly serious experience passes. That's how I felt as I left the theater on Minetta Lane (yes, our cabbie did not know where Minetta Lane is in Greenwich Village) and walked with my friends up to a great restaurant next to Comix on West 14th Street. There, the "guys" -- Alec, Mike and me -- ordered spaghetti, and I ordered a bean soup. The soup was served differently from anything I'd ever seen: The waiter brought a white bowl to the table with a lid on it; he lifted the lid and revealed a pile of "soup guts." He then poured the stock over it. The spaghetti got the same treatment: Each dish was placed on the table with a lid; the waiters SIMULTANEOUSLY lifted the lids, revealing our ... spaghetti. Which was delicious. I don't think we're in Applebee's anymore, Toto. They then comped us dessert (an effort to get us out of there?).
Next: Hanging out at Shea. Again.
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