CHEAP EATS It was Pride month so I was proud. In my own small chicken farmerly way, I celebrated the T and the B — mostly by lying in my hammock, looking at trees and birdies, and going, "Woohoo!" But also a little bit in this column, no?
Well, in any case, it's all over now. It's time once again to bow our heads in shame and shuffle around with our hands in our pockets looking for doo-doo to step in.
July, as longtime readers of this column may recall, is supposed to be Poo Poo Pride month, in celebration of my yard-long expulsion of 2005.
Now, before you groan yourself blue in the butt, listen to the rest of what I have to say: This year, I am canceling Poo Poo Pride. And not because it isn't ladylike to celebrate all things brown and stinky. Some of my favorite ladies in the world just love to talk about poo poo, and last year of all the two or three people who weighed in in support of Poo Poo Pride, almost every single one of them was in fact a lady. And the other, as I recall, was kind of faggy, so ...
No, the reason I am canceling Poo Poo Pride this year is because I want there to be an uproar. It's all very maneuveristic and manipulative of me. It's strategy, and I know it's not very strategic to explain your strategy to the world up front and out loud, but otherwise how will everyone know what to do?
I want three or four people to sign a petition, and one or two to write letters to the editor saying how the hell are we supposed to take a crap and feel good about it without Leone's lovingly described 40-inchers and philosophical contemplation of floaters, and, and — I want to turn on the TV one night and see an animated children's special with a feel-good ending called "A Year Without a Poo Poo Pride Month."
I know this is a lot to ask. But asking a lot seems to be what I do best these days. So ask I will, and may the universe ignore me if it dares.
Crawdad's new squeeze wants her to start farting in front of him. She's reticent. I'm with him. Nothing facilitates intimacy like intra-couple flatulence, I always say. I didn't say this at DeLessio's, sitting outside with them on the cool, colorful, partially walled sidewalk patio; I waited until after.
"Nothing facilitates intimacy like intra-couple flatulence," I said.
The new squeeze said, "What?"
"Bullshit," quoth Crawdad de la Cooter. "We farted in front of each other all the time, and look where we are now."
I looked. We were in the garage at our old place on York Street, sorting through the last of our stuff, new guy mediating our little squabbles very nicely and with humor. He's also got the only practical mind among us, which comes in handy.
Another thing that comes in handy: He loves chocolate. That's great! I know this now because I'm getting a sweet tooth, and I worry about my girlish figure, and you gotta love a pal who loves chocolate, because you can say, no, no, I don't want any dessert, and then eat at least half of whatever they order.
In this case: a chocolate-filled brioche with more butter in it than a lot of people keep in their refrigerator. And a sampling of these cool sort of sheets of various styles of chocolate they call bubble-wrap. Because it looks like bubble wrap.
All of which is well and good, but the real reason I call DeLessio's my new favorite restaurant is for the sandwiches. And my saying so should astound you. It does me. They cost like seven, eight bucks, and they're all premade and shrink wrapped and shit, so you can't even say no mayo, no mustard. Speaking of bullshit.
But ... and this is one of the biggest buts ever, they do have muffulettas, the old New Orleans specialty, with three kinds of meat (mortadella, ham, salami), two kinds of cheese (provolone, mozzarella), and, by definition, this super-delicious olive spread stuff instead of mayo or mustard. Not as good as Central Grocery, but ... even better, in a way, because it's here.
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