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Oh, we're all so thophisticated (as my nephew used to say) that I just can't thand (as Daffy Duck says) it.

Nickn, send me your uneaten lima beans. I LOVE lima beans. I can't believe I left them off my list of favorite vegetables when that thread was hot last week. It must because a certain other person who lives here really doesn't like them, so never makes them. I have to wait until we go to a Greek restaurant. Then, I order an entire plate and have it all to myself.

I stand corrected.

Sandy has corrected me. The bread was raisin, the nuts were mixed into the cheese.

Please look at my nom d'egullet. Its the active ingredient in Zantac. I chose it as my monicker because it's what makes it possible for me to eat the wonderful foods our fellow posters report on and, especially, makes it possible for me to eat them in the evening. I suggest you consult your doctor. I hate to vouch for a drug, but the stuff really has worked for me.

This is just surmise. There are probably books on the subject. I think late eating is not just an urban, but a middle to upper class phenomenon for several reasons. First, rural people, who were largely farmers when there were lots of farmers, were tied to the schedules of the seasons and their animals and were the last to get electricity, which, of course, was to extend waking time. Urban workers, when there were factories, worked long days, starting early, and often lived close to their jobs. They were hungry and tired from hard physical labor and liked to eat as soon as they got home. Also, they were men, so their wives, who almost universally stayed at home, could have supper ready when their husbands arrived home. The urban upper and middle classes were probably the first to have electric light in their homes and offices. This development extended both the working day and the time available for evening recreation. These were also the people who were the first to live at some distance from their jobs. Commuting time meant getting home later. And, if you read John Cheever, you know there was the cocktail hour before dinner. There were also more things to do before dinner for urban dwellers with money, like theatre and concerts and movies. And the movies, which taught Americans to smoke and how to kiss, also taught them that sophisticated people ate late. Today, we have probably the majority of households that are headed by two people marked by both people working at some distance from the home. This means meal preparation doesn't begin until at least one person arrives home--no more mom having dinner ready when dad walks in the door. And what with both members of urban couples often working late, dinneris going to be later than it used to be. Also, if people don't eat breakfast until they get to their desks at, say, 9:30, this skews the meal times to later hours throughout the day. By the way, I think working late and eating dinner later leads to early evening snacking, which I think is another explanation for the country's growing obesity. Sorry for the somewhat random nature of these thoughts. Anybody else out there have some? I'd love to see what you think.

Of course its not. The Riese family specializes in buying old names and running restaurants that have nothing to do with the places that originally had those names. By the way, the writer of the Times piece waxes nostalgic for something that never existed: A Chock Full O' Nuts cream cheese sandwich on date-nut bread. That sandwich was on raisin-nut bread.

I prefer Desert Pepper Trading Co. brand. The one with the corn in it, the two olive roasted garlic and, out of category because its not a salsa but very tasty, the spicy bean dip.

Its not illegal to serve striped bass, per se. What is illegal is taking striped bass from the Hudson River. Of course, if you are upset by the lack of PCBs in your diet, throw your line in.

Yes.

How did you get so drunk you didn't know the difference between your thumb and your teeth?

Oh c'mon Tommy, you can do better than that. oh my. That's better.

Oh c'mon Tommy, you can do better than that.

Only on Saturday night, when the brats from the suburbs come in (Jimmy Breslin called them the "pimply legions from New Jersey"), get drunk and throw up in the street.

You've got it backwards, pal. Without NYC the burbs would return to their bucolic torpor.

This touches on several other recent threads, but I note that Jo Goldenberg's in the Marais is open on Sunday and that their goose pastrami makes all discussions about Katz's or any other place in NY simply irrelevant. I had it served on a platter, with the slices spread out, sort of like an elegant smoked salmon service. It was truly one of the best foods I have ever tasted.

Okay, fellow old farts--does anyone remember the Nedick's jingle from the late 40's and early 50's when the chain sponsored college basketball from the old Garden on WMGM (the once and future WHN)? All I remember is the first line which went, "Whaddya say Little Nick."

My biggest interest in this establishment is how it chose its name? Anybody know?

Sounds fabulous, jaybee. Do you ever make it with pasta? That's how they serve it at London Lennie's on Woodhaven Boulevard in Rego Park.

If you have been watching the absolutely fascinating history of 19th Century Chicago on PBS the past three nights, you've already learned that the Ferris wheel was introduced at the Columbian Exposition in 1893. And if you've seen "Meet Me In St. Louis" as many times as I have, you'd know that its famous World's Fair, commemorating the 100th anniversary of the Louisiana Purchase, kicked off in 1903, not 1904.

John, how can you compare even the classic Nedicks dog to the Nathan's original. People only ate at Nedicks because it was located in the Garden when it was on 50th & Eighth. But folks made trips to Coney Island just to eat a Nathan's dog. Each Nathan's dog had a membrane casing that made it really crunchy.

Kim, you did it! You were very brave. AS one who had a hand in starting all this, I offer you my sincerest congratulations. By the way, what's wrong with tasting like earth?

Whoops. Sandy's last post was really mine. Don't want to attribute my opinions to her.

I'm not sure which "holiday" deserves the sobriquet of amateur night more, New Year's Eve or Valentines Day. I believe on remaining home on both occasions. The latter is nothing but a conspiracy concocted by the greeting card, candy, flower and restaurant industries. Why, the man wasn't even a saint!

That does't sound as if should pose any problem, even with tighter restrictions. I also believe, although scientific confirmation or contradiction would be helpful, that drinking water with the meal lowers the alcohol concentration.