New York Journal #2

Well I am writing this on Sunday Afternoon. Have to finish my Saturday adventures. I wandered around Soho for a little while. I know using the term wandering makes it sound like I was walking in and out of shops and generally enjoying myself, but the truth was I was lost—I should have gone a bit south and west, apparently—anyway I was looking for books but couldn’t find anyway right off. So I went and ate at a place called the Lucky Strike.

Ordered a Hamburger. They brought me out a slice of meat on an English muffin. Now I have to admit that the hamburger was juicy and good and the fries were delicious. But why an English Muffin?

I initially planned on doing extensive research to get to the bottom of this mystery, but then realized that would take work. So instead I decided to just BS my way through.

I imagine it was something like this.

“Hey, those hamburgers are selling like hamburgers tonight.”

“Actually the phrase is hotcakes. Selling like hotcakes.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. Everybody likes hamburgers; who likes hotcakes?”

“Well maybe . . . oh no! We’re out of hamburger buns and I have five orders.”

“You don’t have anything?”

“Well I have these English muffins I was going to freeze and throw at pigeons.”

“Well just use those. Wait a moment, I am having an idea.” (insert the sound of someone thinking) “It’s a house specialty!”

Anyway like I said, the hamburger was great, and the fries were excellent. I’ll probably critique all the places I eat at, so long as I’m generally positive—I don’t want to waste my venom on non political type people.

Here's a cool bit of Grafitti/Poster Art I saw near the restaurant and a parking place.