sorry that all you affluent, educated and brilliant people have to fake your indulgence of inferior food. yes, you are all gourmets and intellectuals and you can describe your vittles in the most beautiful, elegant manner but you're not fooling anyone; at best its ok (sorta').
but if you would just step inside my wayback machine i will escort you to the bronx of the 1930s, in the midst of the great depression.
here we are on 180th st. with food markets with fresh produce and meats and live chickens and fish; appetizing stores with various nuts, candies, pickles in the barrel, olives - black, green, oil cured; smoked salmon, condiments, etc,; bakeries with really fresh just baked breads, cakes, rolls, bagels, bialys. and among the other stores the great witkin's delicatessen which would be competitive with current katz's on houston street.
with tears i return to the present time when you have to go to san francisco, or dallas or chicago or the moon to get something decent to eat. i know all you gourmets can bs about your epicurean adventures in greece, thailand or up the yangtse but you need go no further than 180th street between vyse and honeywell. and you can keep your pretensions.
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