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5.04.2004

I am so glad that I only have six more shifts left at work. Tonight I had an fat asshole midget redneck (or, to be sensitive, 'person with neck of color') yell at me and call me 'Boy' because I did not count his change out properly. I was quite busy at the time and did not feel like suffering a fool, so I just walked away and continued to change the keg. Put me in a foul mood for most of the rest of the night, though. I won't miss the rednecks when I move, but I will not like dealing with the Chowdaheads.

I should find a job soon, nothing seems to be falling into my lap yet.

To continue complaining about bagels down here, how come nobody knows what a smear is? If I ask for a bagel with a smear (or schmear) I expect a bagel with a smear and not a blank stare. Dagnabbit.

5.02.2004

Before I move back North, I must divulge some pet peeves about living in a small Southern burg (albeit the #1 place to live in America). As a native New Yorker, I am peeved by the many fraudelant claims made to authentic New York cuisine. Here's the list:

1) New York Bagels. Bodo's is not New York style bagels. Neither is Chesapeake Bagel Company. The dining services at UVA is closer, but not really. A real bagel should be hard on the outside and very very doughy and chewy on the inside. They should be the size of a manhole cover. Toppings aren't placed just on top of the bagel, but actually mixed within the dough. And, you have to use real New York City water - I don't see any tankers outside of either Bodo's. (Bodo's aside, my college friend Roy moved here from Pennsylvania in 1995 and got a job at Bodo's; they had him in management track, he was supposed to work on the corner store. That was nine years ago, and the stupid store still ain't open. You bagel's ain't all that, Mr. Fox, just open the damn store.)

2) Littlejohn's ain't a real New York Deli. A New York Deli slices the meat and the cheeses to order. And we call them wedges, not subs.

3) Pizza. Frank's and Vinnie's (By the High School) are New York style. And New York is where pizza was invented.

4) Northern Exposure. Just horrible. No reason to eat there. Last time I was there I ordered a salad for dinner and the waiter brought out a salad for my first course. Thanks, dude.





Apropos of nothing, as Keith Hernandez says "No Play for Mr. Gray."

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