So it's come to this: Last night I cruised my neighborhood very slowly with my computer on, clicking "Refresh wireless networks" in front of the nicer houses (i.e., _not_ the one gutted in the meth lab fire a couple years ago).
Tag: snacks
Filling in the holes
Peter read the last entry, and was horrified that I could've forgotten a crucial almost-food.
Ha.
Funny: a lobby full of clowns in a hotel I passed earlier today here in Merida--clowns at rest, chatting, smoking cigarettes, puffing up their orange Afros.
Banh Mi, but Don’t Blame Me
Last week, as I was stuffing the world's best snack, the banh mi, the Vietnamese sandwich specifically from the dark little hole under the Manhattan bridge that's open only five hours a day, down my gullet in a frenzied urge to maximize the sweet-hot-crispy-gooey-meaty-veggie taste sensation, I was also contemplating how it is that I'm chronically late.
Nifty Chinatown Site
The kind of site I'd like to do, if I could stand being so thorough and anal, this is a nice little guide to NYC Chinatown snacks, complete with photos.