Out of the three cities I am forbidden to enter, this is not one of them.
For over 500 years, the people of Prague have been using this clock’s extraordinary and complicated astronomical dial to accurately pinpoint when happy hour begins.
I had my first Moscow Mule here. The original owner was kind enough to let me stable him behind the building for a couple of days.
I was pleased to find the umami tastes I loved in Japan had come to the States. I was also pleased to find that sumo wrestler Yamato Yukimura was no longer looking to "settle the score."
Few people know that after an ill-advised experiment involving a jetpack, I had to replace the "y" in "Hollywood." You will likely be unable to verify this information. Like I said, few people know.
The pilot on my last flight was kind enough to offer me his seat.
I accidentally knocked over a can of semi-gloss paint in one of the hallways. The resulting splatter remained a part of the museum’s permanent collection for several years.
Ever since I learned this was a gift from France, I’ve done my best in dealings with various mademoiselles to return the favor.
Any day before noon is $7. Great deal and the theater is practically empty. Don't waste your money on concessions.
