"F.O.A.D." wrote in message
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I might be up in New Haven in a few weeks for my first trip this year
to
the old stomping grounds. I plan to share at least one clam pie for
dinner at Pepe's, and to check out Katz's deli on the Woodbridge side
of
the Merritt Parkway bridge over Whalley Avenue. A lot of my old
friends
like it:

http://katzsdeli.net/menus/deli/

I'm pretty sure we won't be mooning cars from the top of the tunnel,
as
we used to do in the 7th grade:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Heroes_Tunnel.jpg

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For some reason I can't exactly place that tunnel, although I remember
the Merritt Parkway and Whalley Ave.
I got my first driver's license in CT. When allowed to use one of my
parent's cars for a date, I somehow often ended up on top of West
Rock, by the tunnel on the Wilbur Cross Parkway. I remember the
winding, "S" turns climbing to the parking spots on the top. Never
had much time up there as it was always patrolled by the police
looking to "bust" you and your girlfriend just for the fun of it.

I remember the Wilbur Cross Parkway was concrete at the time. Miles
and miles of "ker-plunk, ker-plunk, ker-plunk, ker-plunk" as the tires
hit the expansion joints.

Les Shaw's restaurant was on "our" side of the tunnel. I worked
there for a while as a bus-boy wearing a stupid chef's hat, apron and
bandana, walking around the dining room handing out "popovers" to
anyone who wanted one. My girlfriend and her entire family (her
idea) decided to have dinner there one night, unknown to me, and I
was mortified with embarrassment. Les Shaw's is one of the last
restaurants I can remember that required a jacket and tie for the guys
to be seated. They actually kept small inventory of them in the coat
room that could be borrowed if you didn't wear one and wanted to have
dinner. Don't know if Les Shaw's still exists. Probably closed.
The link is a picture ... taken in the 50's but it looks about how I
remember it from the 60's.

http://images.marketplaceadvisor.channeladvisor.com/hi/45/44721/ct10-6033a.jpg

On 3/26/13 6:30 PM, Eisboch wrote:


"F.O.A.D." wrote in message
m...



I might be up in New Haven in a few weeks for my first trip this year to
the old stomping grounds. I plan to share at least one clam pie for
dinner at Pepe's, and to check out Katz's deli on the Woodbridge side of
the Merritt Parkway bridge over Whalley Avenue. A lot of my old friends
like it:

http://katzsdeli.net/menus/deli/

I'm pretty sure we won't be mooning cars from the top of the tunnel, as
we used to do in the 7th grade:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Heroes_Tunnel.jpg

----------------------------------------

For some reason I can't exactly place that tunnel, although I remember
the Merritt Parkway and Whalley Ave.
I got my first driver's license in CT. When allowed to use one of my
parent's cars for a date, I somehow often ended up on top of West Rock,
by the tunnel on the Wilbur Cross Parkway. I remember the winding, "S"
turns climbing to the parking spots on the top. Never had much time up
there as it was always patrolled by the police looking to "bust" you and
your girlfriend just for the fun of it.

I remember the Wilbur Cross Parkway was concrete at the time. Miles and
miles of "ker-plunk, ker-plunk, ker-plunk, ker-plunk" as the tires hit
the expansion joints.

Les Shaw's restaurant was on "our" side of the tunnel. I worked there
for a while as a bus-boy wearing a stupid chef's hat, apron and bandana,
walking around the dining room handing out "popovers" to anyone who
wanted one. My girlfriend and her entire family (her idea) decided to
have dinner there one night, unknown to me, and I was mortified with
embarrassment. Les Shaw's is one of the last restaurants I can
remember that required a jacket and tie for the guys to be seated. They
actually kept small inventory of them in the coat room that could be
borrowed if you didn't wear one and wanted to have dinner. Don't know
if Les Shaw's still exists. Probably closed. The link is a picture ...
taken in the 50's but it looks about how I remember it from the 60's.

http://images.marketplaceadvisor.channeladvisor.com/hi/45/44721/ct10-6033a.jpg






The tunnel *is* the one on the Wilbur Cross/Merritt Parkway...the tunnel
was renamed "Heroes' Tunnel. I think I remember reading something about
Les Shaw's closing. It certainly was one of "the" places to go for a
fancy dinner back in the day.

Never "parked" on West Rock. We usually watched the submarine races by
the beach on the east side of Milford Harbor, or along the shoreline in
West Haven, or, along the road past the fence that led to the Yale Golf
Course.

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Les Shaw's restaurant was on "our" side of the tunnel. I worked
there for a while as a bus-boy wearing a stupid chef's hat, apron and
bandana, walking around the dining room handing out "popovers" to
anyone who wanted one. My girlfriend and her entire family (her
idea) decided to have dinner there one night, unknown to me, and I
was mortified with embarrassment.

I hope you're kidding, or talking about pure teenage foolishness. Can't
imagine EVER being "mortified" at doing my job, and I've had some menial
ones.

"F.O.A.D." wrote in message
m...


The tunnel *is* the one on the Wilbur Cross/Merritt Parkway...the
tunnel
was renamed "Heroes' Tunnel.

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That's right too. I'd forgotten that the parkways were one and the
same for some miles.

Used to date a girl from Ansonia. Now *that* was a rough town. She
was a senior at Ansonia High School and I was a junior at Amity.
She asked me to take her to her senior prom. Place was like "The
Blackboard Jungle" except it was co-ed.

I haven't been in that area for many, many years.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRhYNLaziO8

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Les Shaw's restaurant was on "our" side of the tunnel. I worked
there for a while as a bus-boy wearing a stupid chef's hat, apron
and
bandana, walking around the dining room handing out "popovers" to
anyone who wanted one. My girlfriend and her entire family (her
idea) decided to have dinner there one night, unknown to me, and I
was mortified with embarrassment.

I hope you're kidding, or talking about pure teenage foolishness.
Can't
imagine EVER being "mortified" at doing my job, and I've had some
menial
ones.

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I was 16 or 17 years old at the time. You try walking around in
that outfit at that age when trying to impress a girlfriend.

"Eisboch" wrote:
"Boating All Out" wrote in message
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says...


Les Shaw's restaurant was on "our" side of the tunnel. I worked
there for a while as a bus-boy wearing a stupid chef's hat, apron and
bandana, walking around the dining room handing out "popovers" to
anyone who wanted one. My girlfriend and her entire family (her
idea) decided to have dinner there one night, unknown to me, and I
was mortified with embarrassment.

I hope you're kidding, or talking about pure teenage foolishness. Can't
imagine EVER being "mortified" at doing my job, and I've had some menial
ones.

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I was 16 or 17 years old at the time. You try walking around in that
outfit at that age when trying to impress a girlfriend.

Don't tell him about the time the future Mrs. E picked you out of the
lineup at the male strip club. 😄

On Tuesday, March 26, 2013 8:59:24 PM UTC-3, Eisboch wrote:
"Boating All Out" wrote in message

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Les Shaw's restaurant was on "our" side of the tunnel. I worked

there for a while as a bus-boy wearing a stupid chef's hat, apron

and

bandana, walking around the dining room handing out "popovers" to

anyone who wanted one. My girlfriend and her entire family (her

idea) decided to have dinner there one night, unknown to me, and I

was mortified with embarrassment.



I hope you're kidding, or talking about pure teenage foolishness.

Can't

imagine EVER being "mortified" at doing my job, and I've had some

menial

ones.



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I was 16 or 17 years old at the time. You try walking around in

that outfit at that age when trying to impress a girlfriend.


I remember getting a summer job as a dishwasher in a sleazy downtown Chinese restaurant.
All the local detectives used to come in to the kitchen for free meals.
I got let go for spending half my time blasting cockroachs off the wall with the handheld spray nozzle.

True North wrote:
On Tuesday, March 26, 2013 8:59:24 PM UTC-3, Eisboch wrote:
"Boating All Out" wrote in message

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In article ,

says...





Les Shaw's restaurant was on "our" side of the tunnel. I worked

there for a while as a bus-boy wearing a stupid chef's hat, apron

and

bandana, walking around the dining room handing out "popovers" to

anyone who wanted one. My girlfriend and her entire family (her

idea) decided to have dinner there one night, unknown to me, and I

was mortified with embarrassment.



I hope you're kidding, or talking about pure teenage foolishness.

Can't

imagine EVER being "mortified" at doing my job, and I've had some

menial

ones.



------------------------------------



I was 16 or 17 years old at the time. You try walking around in

that outfit at that age when trying to impress a girlfriend.


I remember getting a summer job as a dishwasher in a sleazy downtown Chinese restaurant.
All the local detectives used to come in to the kitchen for free meals.
I got let go for spending half my time blasting cockroachs off the wall
with the handheld spray nozzle.

The worst summer job ever was one a college buddy of mine had way back in
the day. He was premed and somehow he wangled a summer job with a nearby
states public-health service. His job was to check women for venereal
diseases, which he did by swabbing their lady parts and sending the swab
off to a lab. When school restarted in the fall he said he was never going
to go near a woman again. But he changed his mind about a week later.

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"Eisboch" wrote:
"Boating All Out" wrote in message
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Les Shaw's restaurant was on "our" side of the tunnel. I worked
there for a while as a bus-boy wearing a stupid chef's hat, apron
and
bandana, walking around the dining room handing out "popovers" to
anyone who wanted one. My girlfriend and her entire family (her
idea) decided to have dinner there one night, unknown to me, and I
was mortified with embarrassment.

I hope you're kidding, or talking about pure teenage foolishness.
Can't
imagine EVER being "mortified" at doing my job, and I've had some
menial
ones.

------------------------------------

I was 16 or 17 years old at the time. You try walking around in
that
outfit at that age when trying to impress a girlfriend.

Don't tell him about the time the future Mrs. E picked you out of the
lineup at the male strip club. 😄

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I wore the bandana.

In article ,
says...

"Boating All Out" wrote in message
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In article ,
says...


Les Shaw's restaurant was on "our" side of the tunnel. I worked
there for a while as a bus-boy wearing a stupid chef's hat, apron
and
bandana, walking around the dining room handing out "popovers" to
anyone who wanted one. My girlfriend and her entire family (her
idea) decided to have dinner there one night, unknown to me, and I
was mortified with embarrassment.

I hope you're kidding, or talking about pure teenage foolishness.
Can't
imagine EVER being "mortified" at doing my job, and I've had some
menial
ones.

------------------------------------

I was 16 or 17 years old at the time. You try walking around in
that outfit at that age when trying to impress a girlfriend.

Yep. Part of teenage foolishness is she probably thought your "uniform"
attractive - maybe even "hot" - and you not knowing that.