Day at The Daily Show
We've been fans of the Daily Show since way back when it was hosted by Craig Kilborn - before he got weird and moved on to host The Late Late Show. Back in the day when their tag was "When news break, we fix it." So it was really fun to get to go see a taping of the show last Thursday.
It all began with waiting in line for a couple of hours, being entertained by our fellow in-line-standers. People our age, not old tourists from Arkansas like the type you see in line at Letterman. There were some aging hippies, 20-something hipsters, 30-somethings playing hooky from work, and generally no one that stood out as someone who lives outside the tri-state area.
After our obligatory wait in line, we were led into what appeared to be a black box theater with a facsimile of the set of the TV show. It was fairly small and charmingly low rent. I suppose when Jon Stewart jokes that Comedy Central is cheap, he is not exaggerating all that much. The feel of the place is more community access than late night talk show.
We were joking that the guest would probably be some former government worker who has written a book, based on the fact that the guest the night before was Neil Young. Sure enough, it was some guy who was fired from a government job for writing a book critical of the administration.
The show was fun. Before taping began, Stewart came out for a Q&A with the audience. He answered questions ranging from hosting the Oscars ("the goodie bags are unbelievable. You get certificates for lots of stuff, plus you get to choose one production assistant that they will kill and stuff in the bag for you") and hair styling ("This? Do you think someone would do this to me? Of course I do my own hair") to whether he changes diapers at night ("Well, no. I usually wear flannels instead.")
After the show we just so happen to walk by a little Brazilian restaurant on 9th Avenue, "Rice'n'Beans" and figured it would be a good mom's cooking. The place is a hole in the wall and it's hard to even put your coat on without bumping into anything. I want to go back sometime and try the Bacalhau, a staple of Brazilian cuisine that I've never tried, even though I grew up there. My mom refused to allow it in the house because it smells really bad when you cook it - it's dried salted cod, so you picture the foul odor of dry fish. Yummy!
We rounded up our evening out with a drink at the Boxer Bar in the Village. We had to kill sometime because the trains on the North East Corridor (that's Jersey if you're not from around here) were not running. Somebody decided to end it all by jumping in the front of the 7:29 to Trenton. It was about 12:30 am by the time we finally made it home. Didn't get to watch ourselves on TV, but that's OK. We'll be back.
It all began with waiting in line for a couple of hours, being entertained by our fellow in-line-standers. People our age, not old tourists from Arkansas like the type you see in line at Letterman. There were some aging hippies, 20-something hipsters, 30-somethings playing hooky from work, and generally no one that stood out as someone who lives outside the tri-state area.
After our obligatory wait in line, we were led into what appeared to be a black box theater with a facsimile of the set of the TV show. It was fairly small and charmingly low rent. I suppose when Jon Stewart jokes that Comedy Central is cheap, he is not exaggerating all that much. The feel of the place is more community access than late night talk show.
We were joking that the guest would probably be some former government worker who has written a book, based on the fact that the guest the night before was Neil Young. Sure enough, it was some guy who was fired from a government job for writing a book critical of the administration.
The show was fun. Before taping began, Stewart came out for a Q&A with the audience. He answered questions ranging from hosting the Oscars ("the goodie bags are unbelievable. You get certificates for lots of stuff, plus you get to choose one production assistant that they will kill and stuff in the bag for you") and hair styling ("This? Do you think someone would do this to me? Of course I do my own hair") to whether he changes diapers at night ("Well, no. I usually wear flannels instead.")
After the show we just so happen to walk by a little Brazilian restaurant on 9th Avenue, "Rice'n'Beans" and figured it would be a good mom's cooking. The place is a hole in the wall and it's hard to even put your coat on without bumping into anything. I want to go back sometime and try the Bacalhau, a staple of Brazilian cuisine that I've never tried, even though I grew up there. My mom refused to allow it in the house because it smells really bad when you cook it - it's dried salted cod, so you picture the foul odor of dry fish. Yummy!
We rounded up our evening out with a drink at the Boxer Bar in the Village. We had to kill sometime because the trains on the North East Corridor (that's Jersey if you're not from around here) were not running. Somebody decided to end it all by jumping in the front of the 7:29 to Trenton. It was about 12:30 am by the time we finally made it home. Didn't get to watch ourselves on TV, but that's OK. We'll be back.
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posted by Fe at 7:02 PM
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