Joe and Rachel picked me up last night for dinner, and before we knew it, we were stuck in traffic on the Brooklyn Bridge (oops). Rachel called "Ro" (who is apparently a friend's mother) for advice on where to eat, and we ended up at a "French" place called Patois Bulez or something. The staff was rude, and it took forever for us to get our crappy food. Maybe it was because Rachel was wearing sweats, and Joe and I were both in t-shirts. :)
On the way back to my place, we were routed onto a street immediately next to ground zero -- it seems like it's the closest you can get to the site (the barrier was a foot away). It is a big frickin' hole in the ground. I didn't realize that it was so big.