Beans, Beans, the Magical Fruit

The sort of secret blog of Beans, a.k.a. Jules, a.k.a. "Legs for Miles" a.k.a. "Rackie the Boob Queen." Fine, ok, not the last two. Starting July 2006, sometimes "Mike," aka "fagadoccio," is a co-poster on the blog. The co-poster child, really.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Mediocre Places I Love to Love, Part II (Deluxe Nasty Edition)

This one is not even defensible from a culinary point of view. This one's culinary point of view is a lot like that of a blind vole in a lead vault: it doesn't have one. But Academy Diner, on Lafayette and Fulton, In Fort Greene, Brooklyn, I will eat your stringy omelettes, your oaty sausages, and your steel-knives-of-acid orange juice gladly.

When one of your tiny, hyperagressive waitresses yells my order to the kitchen like a Visigoth farmgirl might scream "RUUUNNNNN!!!" at the approach of thousands of Hittite rapist-warriors, it NEVER. ceases. to scare me.

But maybe that's what I need to wake up.
That or a nightmare.


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