Kate's Joint * 58 Ave. B, New York, NY
The Middle Ages
When drinking gets old.
Project Me! Part 2
Me, not food. You have been warned.
In fourth grade someone got the bright idea of cutting lunch to an outrageous 15 minutes (as if going to a year-round school without a cafeteria wasn't enough--we ate at our desks and were served by mobile carts in the hall). To get the slow eaters (me) up to speed, our teachers implemented a charming little policy called "Shovel Time."
The first nine minutes would pass normally. Then as the tenth approached, Miss Stauffer (a feathered-haired gal who drove a Camaro and loved Little River Band) would yell, "Do you know what time it is?!" The class would manically shriek back, "SHOVEL TIME!!!" Talking was absolutely forbidden the final five minutes—it was a deathly silent scarf fest.
I
don't know if I've ever been the same since. But as a nod to this classy
ritual, I've adopted the humble scooping implement as my rating system's
icon. Shovel on!
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1 Shovel=Passing Fancy
2 Shovels=Puppy Love
3 Shovels=Crippling Crush
4 Shovels=Serious Stalking
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Ewww the place/food is gross. It's like licking an oil lamp. There I said it and I don't care how 'hip' this place is.
Posted by: denny | October 29, 2008 at 07:55 AM
Take her to Red Bamboo over at West 4th if she wants junky vegan food. The soul chicken is a must.
They have a branch over in Brooklyn/Fort Greene too.
Posted by: denny | October 29, 2008 at 07:59 AM
denny: I haven't been here in ages. I've been meaning to try Red Bamboo, though. Next time...
Posted by: Krista | October 30, 2008 at 10:20 PM