Why am I JUST learning about Dave & Buster’s? I can have a glass of sauvignon blanc while playing a fierce game of air hockey? Ok, hi. Dream. Come. True. Did you all know about this chain?
Once again, Rick and I decided to do something a bit different for our date night (you didn’t think we would stop at roller skating did you?).
So on Saturday night, we headed to Times Square. If you don’t live in the New York area, let me explain. New Yorkers generally do not go to Times Square unless we are headed to a Broadway show. You get in. You get out. Quickly.
It’s not that it’s dangerous. It’s just massively (like the sidewalks are full) crowded and does not have our city’s finest restaurants, unless you are a big Bubba Gump Shrimp Co fan (and heck, if you dig the Cajun shrimp – that’s cool by me.). The naked cowboy (a fixture of Times Square) is kind of fun but a one time viewing is really sufficient. I mean, he’s not really naked after all.
First, we eat at Ruby Foo’s Dim Sum and Sushi Palace (who doesn’t love dining at a palace?) and sit next to a lovely couple from Ohio. We give them directions to the Cold Stone Creamery so our time there is well utilized.
Then we head to this magical land called Dave & Buster’s…
I’m imagining there is this guy Dave and he has a dog Buster. He and his dog are really bored and broke. So Dave thinks, hey wouldn’t it be cool to play videos games AND booze it up? And voila – an empire is born. But I don’t know. It’s just a theory.
The place IS packed. We grab cocktails and wait our turn for air hockey. Rick beats me and the line is way too long for a replay (Warning to my husband: This fight for air hockey dominance is not over, my friend. So not over.).
My arcade mojo doesn’t really hit full throttle until I sit down and play, “The Fast and the Furious.” Man, do I F— some S— up on that simulated highway. My car is crashin’ into all kinds of overpasses and tunnels and bystanders and cars. It feels awesome.
Rick thinks I am a really, seriously sucky driver until he sits down and goes for a ride. The machine is so fast and so furious (not like he wasn’t warned) that Rick actually injures his knuckles. D & B’s is so hard core.
Sadly, Rick and I don’t really earn enough tickets to go to the winner’s circle where you trade in your tickets for loot (or things you would probably never buy if you were sober). Some of those Dave & Buster’s champs are dragging around garbage bags of tickets – like enough tickets for a Vespa. Damn, that’s a lot of friggin’ skeetball, sista.
The plan for next weekend? Hard to say people. Throw an idea out there. Because we are on fire.
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