I had a lunch meeting setup with my client/friend Roland today. He asked me if I knew the restaurant called “Hell’s Kitchen” on 9th ave, and I responded that I did, having passed it several times in the past few weeks here on a couple of my walks. I got to the restaurant about 5 minutes early and got a table and waited. And waited. At about a quarter past the hour I figured something had come up, so I sent Roland a text message saying “Are you coming to Hell’s Kitchen?”. About a minute later came the reply “I am at Hell’s Kitchen.” I looked around the restaurant but didn’t see him, so I sent a message back saying “I am”, and then called him a minute later. It turns out that there are TWO restaurants with the name “Hell’s Kitchen”, and both are on 9th Ave. One is at 47th and the other at 39th.
So if you have a date in Constantinople, he’ll be waiting in Istambul.