On my way back from the NYC Marathon, I stumbled upon something, I've never seen before in my entire life-- a restaurant with my name on it. No, better -- a restaurant named after me.
After running a grueling race, my appetite had not yet returned, but needless to say, this was one venue I couldn't let go.
I enjoyed the burger, fries special and it was washed down succulently with a cold bottle of Corona light.
The owner wasn't in town -- was visiting relatives in Mexico, so I took a picture posing with Christina, my bartender, instead.
