I know, Brokeback jokes are already totally over. But I do have a troubled relationship with PaM, which is the closest sandwich shop to my freelance magazine job. I swear it off, and then it lures me back. Last time it hooked me was with a hot, hot new manager and some good chocolate croissants. [...]
This World Cup thing… I’m not sporty, but I like the idea. It helps that pretty much all the teams that are winning so far have vocal representatives in my neighborhood. Sitting in my living room with the windows open, I can tell when a match has ended, and guess who won, just by the [...]
Initially, I’d meant “gorge” to be short for “gorgeous,” in reference to this photo of a sandwich from Sal, Kris & Charlie Deli in lovely Ditmars-area Astoria. But, ha, now I see the more obvious meaning, when considering the sheer girth of “The Bomb” and other legendary heroes from this great little Italian sandwich joint. [...]
For the first time in my life, probably–except for visiting Dairy Queens along I-40–I followed the advice of a billboard. I was biking back from Elmhurst, following a third failed attempt to pick up my glasses from the half-assed insurance run optical shop, when I saw the little billboard for U-Mart, at the corner of [...]