It takes two hands to handle a Whopper . . .

It's matinee day, during Fleet Week, and our show has a 7:30 curtain. So we decided to forego our usual sit-down pre-theater dinner in favor of fast food.

This is not your typical Burger King. Located on 7th Avenue and 41st Street, where the fashion district meets the theater district, it's a Whopper Bar. Don't expect a full menu. All they serve are Whoppers. But with a difference, of course. Toppings such as guacamole, jalapenos and bourbon sauce are offered. I had bacon and swiss on my Whopper. Drew ordered the meat lover's Whopper, which included bacon and pepperoni. Fries are thick cut and nicely salted. They have a liquor license, I think the choices are limited to beers. Better than the average Burger King.

The show tonight? Newsies. I'd never seen the Disney movie from the 80's, but clearly many audience members are fans groupies. The audience was very into the show. I had no preconceived ideas about the show, but found myself being drawn into the story. The themes of corporate greed and uniting to protect the working poor are relevant today. And how can you go wrong with music by Alan Menkin? The dancing was amazing -- graceful and atheletic and enhanced by acrobatics. The show was supposed to be "limited engagement", which was extended twice, and now it's open-ended. If it wins a few Tonys next month . . .

It was a perfect night for people-watching. Tourist season, matinee day, Fleet Week, a Yankee game up in the Bronx, and a Rangers/Devils playoff game at the Garden. Lots of sailors and Marines in Times Square. A sea of blue jerseys near 34th Street. I even saw a group of Rangers fans on the upper level of a double decker tour bus, taking in the sights before the game. We knew the Rangers lost just by the look on the faces of the hockey fans we saw as we walked back to Penn Station to go home.

Overall another lovely night!