no more pb&j?

The poor beleaguered peanut farmers showed up
yesterday at Grand Central. They were hoping that
a photo op with the friendly giant peanut would
make us forget about that whole salmonella thing.

skywatch Friday

Oh, I do love to watch the sun set over

New Jersey. Somehow, all those chemicals

that they're cooking over there really 

add to the whole effect.

Houston Street

I love this Keith Haring mural—

it just brightens up the whole

neighborhood. I like our prez

peeking out on the right too.

Farewell to the Casbah

This is Gates of Morocco, one of my fave stores.
Or it was—it closed recently.  The owners had been 
paying the rent out of their pocket for a while.
It still exists on the Internet, but like I told them: 
Coming into this place was almost like stepping into 
the souk in Marrakesh or Tangier.  It's just not the 
same online (I hate this ^&$#* economy).

my secret restaurant

Here's what I love about this Vietnamese/Chinese

place: You know it's a good sign when every time

you're there, you're invariably the only Caucasian

in the joint.  There IS a menu, but you can also

just describe what you want and they'll make it

for you.  (And no—call me a big meanie, but I'm not

telling you the name of this place. Maybe later.)

the final tally

Here's an addendum to Eric's 2/22 post:

My cousin Kay just got back from Paris, where

she took this shot of part of the 6-hour line

to get in and see YSL and PB's gorgeous

collection.  Apparently they made close to

$500,000,000 for Aids research.  Must have

been hard for Pierre to let go of some of those

things—but what generosity!

I think YSL would be very pleased.

my dream job

I know—at first glance, this doesn't seems like

the best gig ever. But wait— this is Rice to Riches.

If I worked here, I'd never have to spend

a dime on food ever again. All the customers

would be in a good mood. I'd be on the cutting

edge of . . . rice pudding!