I recently sat across from Lou Reed at Wallse. I immediately thought “hey, he looks like an older Lou Reed”, but any doubt in my mind disappeared when he spoke: It was fucking Lou Reed, there is no mistaking that voice. That voice, by the way, was asking for his second order of strudel. Yup, apparently Lou Reed is still walking on the wild side, going nuts and ordering two desserts, as rock stars should, but only if they are like eating it off of a groupie’s breast or something. Anyway, strudel now always makes me think of Inglorious Basterds, but it definitely seemed delicious at Wallse, and anything that Lou Reed enjoys in excess can’t be bad, can it? He rocks…
