October 25th, 2009
The Master Slice. Hot Dogs; Dylan Thomas. Santa Claus Moments with Franklin W. Dixon and Tom Swift. Mr. Craddock’s Doubloons. The Integratron: A Gun On The Wall? Willie Boy; Lola; a Passion Play. Sound Baths: a Fountain of Youth.
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I think Dylan Thomas only ate milk. I mean, it was his only non-alcoholic food. Not that it’s solid, but that is probably why he’s dead, no?
You ask a fair question. My grandfather also drank at the White Horse. I’ll ask him. Oh wait, he’s dead too. Probably he’s eating milk in heaven with Dylan right now. That’s actually a pleasant and comforting thought. Thank you, Joachim.
I recently ate at Not Ray’s Pizza in Brooklyn.
There’s a real hotdog renaissance going on in the tonier sections of Brooklyn these days. A place called Bark recently opened near park slope, with pretty extraordinary dogs, very seriously done.
I’ve found most of the pizza on offer in the city, Ray’s or otherwise, is not nearly as good as I’d have thought based on the city’s reputation for pies.
The best food is still to be found with street vendors – Red Hook park has an amazing selection of South American food on weekends (plus pretty serious local soccer games) and the King of Falafal in Astoria ( http://www.thekingfalafel.com/ ) have what the best chicken over rice in all creation.