Category Archives: food

Take Care of Those You Love

Erica, I’ll call her, came to me in tears, because Allen, I’ll call him, left her. Should have known something was up when she asked if I had any scotch to put in her coffee. It was 8 a.m. Can’t … Continue reading

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Let’s Talk Turkey

When I was a kid, Thanksgiving was a favorite holiday of mine, despite the fact the entire family got drunk and disorderly. I remember when my mother stabbed my father with her super-duper carving knife, delaying dinner till he returned from … Continue reading

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Friendship a Bloomin’

The Latino woman preceding me most days in the Starbuck’s line, along with the African American cook who works for a rich family on Fifth, have become fast friends. I’ve been watching it unfold, this funny friendship you’d never expect … Continue reading

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Halloween To Go

I just had such a fight with Frank the super over, why the kids in the building, can’t knock on friendly doors, like in the good old days. “It ain’t safe,” said he… “Older tenants are afraid to let people … Continue reading

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Fat Man At My Table

I’m in Starbucks at my usual table when a very large man sits in the chair across from me. “Excuse me,” I say, “but why are you here?” properly startled. He says, “It’s community seating, so I can sit where … Continue reading

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The French Press

I thought the French press was something the French did in bed. Who knew it was an odd looking coffee pot. Certainly not me who spends a small fortune at Starbucks, which is why, I thought, I’ll just buy myself a … Continue reading

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Breakfast Served Anytime

You never know what will turn your head or make your day. There’s a little luncheonette on Lexington Avenue, in the 80s, that’s been there since 1926.    They used it in the beginning of the 1975 film, Three Days … Continue reading

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The Barista and the Paperboy

Love is in bloom, and at 5 a.m. no less. I’ve been watching it unfold for months now, like an exotic plant acclimating to a hotter climate. Charlotte, I’ll call her, is overweight, but so, so pretty, reminding me of … Continue reading

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Separates

 No, this isn’t about pants and crewnecks….it’s one of my random observations while sitting in Starbucks. It’s Sunday, so the crowd is different from during the week. I’m seated against the wall, watching as coffee drinkers file in. There are … Continue reading

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Three Naked Men

I’ve been feeding cats. I know, you were hoping for a little porn on a sultry Sunday, but I will say, it was like having lunch with three hot, longshoremen, just with tails. Buddy is the biggest…white and tan,   like … Continue reading

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