And speaking of old school, its nice to see that 8 years after leaving Williamsburg, the L is still as screwed up as ever. Sat at 6th Street for 15 minutes with oodles of confused people and no train in sight, until a beleaguered transit worker wearing way too much gear finally got around to mentioning that there was no service between 8th St and Union Square. Got my transfer, walked east and beat the 14 bus to Union Sq. Spelunked the 13 levels downward and just barely made a Bklyn-bound train, which skipped 3rd Street for no announced reason. Pulled into Bedford, and the train decided that would be a good place to go out of service. Many minutes and two completely unintelligible announcements later, I jumped on a train on the Manhattan-bound side and hoped all the signs were lying. Fortunately they were.

Grand total time – 14th & 6th to Lorimer Street – 1 hour 15 minutes. As my Dad is fond of saying, this’ll be a great town if t hey ever finish building it.

At least I had Midlake to keep me company. Now I’m hip to all the perils of making kingfish pies.