Comments on: Like choosing between Mom’s and Dad’s house

By: settemod

settemod — Sun, 29 Jan 2006 11:06:02 +0000

Oh, and no “mouses”. Maybe “mice”.
Sorry, it’s a de senectute question.

By: Catherine

Catherine — Mon, 02 Jan 2006 18:26:24 +0000

Hey Nora!
It’s Catherine, your slightly hysterical SLC Phoenix predecessor. Anyway, I’m living in Astoria now… and for once I live in a neighborhood where I’m not scared of the local establishments. There is one particularly good Italian place called Sac’s which has the best coal oven pizza. I go there for dinner at least a couple times a week. Unfortunately, I can’t actually digest lactose, but oh well.
I did lived in Harlem for a bit, where my choices were basically all fried foods, Taco Bell, Subway or take-out Chinese. I did feel an obligation to eat at some of the local places since I was gentrifying and all, but I ended up losing quite a bit of weight while living there, b/c of the lack of dining options and laziness (who me, cook?).

By: Aaron

Aaron — Mon, 02 Jan 2006 17:17:42 +0000

I always walk to Joe’s on seventh even though it’s blocks from me. I’ve had the pizza on the corner of my block exactly once, it tasted like cheesy cardboard.

By: 7Mod

7Mod — Sat, 31 Dec 2005 15:46:52 +0000

“meighbours”? it was “n”, neighbours, I think.

By: 7Mod

7Mod — Sat, 31 Dec 2005 15:43:57 +0000

Hi, I’m not from NY – I’ll come for a trip next summer, maybe.
I live in Milan, Italy, and I live above a sort of restaurant. A sort of “take away, but if you want you can eat there, standing with your glass of wine”. No mouses, no flies, but what a smell: shrimps, fish, and so on. We protested (meighbours called the police, too). On friday and saturday night, I WAS a fried fish, and my friends too, can you imagine that? Terrible, for months. They first ignored us, then changed something in the menu. Now they’re vegetarians, or some, and I got back my old sweet fresh air. Until next menu.
FME (Forgive My English), bye.

By: Art

Art — Fri, 30 Dec 2005 17:22:22 +0000

I live above a pizza place too! Except, heh, this place IS the shop that everyone walks far to get to, because the pizza rocks.

But, it’s never been a burden at all. I’ve never had roach problems or rat problems (though, my cat is probably to blame for that). And, although it smells like pizza when you first enter my building, it doesn’t smell in my apartment at all. Also, on the weekends, even some Thursdays, they stay open REALLY late, sometimes until 4 a.m. to accomodate all the drunken bar hoppers with munchies. And, it’s great because the staff is usually just as drunk as the patrons, or at least they tell you that to make you feel better about your lunacy. I’m not really sure.

There’s also a market/deli across the street, and although I’m a very loyal customer, I do steer clear of buying groceries from it, because they do charge WAY more than the local grocery store chains. And, different employees will often charge different prices for shit, so it sucks when I go and I see that the stupid bitch who charges a whole dollar for canned cat food is working.

But, I put up with it.