…my patch

the bastard should really be inside.

it's late. 

not debilitating in the morning late…

but…

late enough that I should. 

I could watch some schlock on Netflix…

like supernatural. 

yeah…

I like that shit…

you got a problem wit dat?

anyways…

it was a bit of a crap night. 

the bastard came home in a shit mood and the bar was well into it's douchetoberfest activities…

activities I have been working at putting up with it but my mood made it hard. 

and the cop up one and next door was having folks over…

and he's entitled. 

we don't see him around much so I can't bag on him when he does a throwdown. 

street crime is not a fun job I'm sure. 

but after stepping out here with and old fashioned and a half eaten bag of fritos…

officer streetcrime has the moment of clarity his friends (especially the one who was playing his voicemail on speaker off of the balcony) clearly do not have and takes it inside. 

so…

it's me…

and an old fashioned…

and an empty bag…

and my patch of concrete, enjoying the late night silence…

and the occasional hum of the midtown tunnel. 

I grouse a lot…

because I like to…

but I stay here…

because I love to. 

—the bastard

...on grousing

the bastard has a bone to pick with new york media...

you see, he spends alot of time with gothamist...

it's sort of replaced ny1 for him as he isn't shelling out anytime soon for time warner cable

and recently there was a piece on whether or not people from the outer boroughs refer to manhattan as "the city" which found that 88 percent surveyed said that they in fact do.

the bastard does not.

the piece sighted that some "refuse to submit to the soft bigotry of Manhattan exceptionalism, and have never hesitated to correct anyone who insults New York City's other four boroughs by mislabeling that arrogant little overpriced island across from New Jersey as 'the city.' "

i don't think that hard on it as i refer to manhattan as "manhattan" because this city has 5 boroughs. plain. simple. my wife feels otherwise, raised in staten island, the forgotten borough which seems to have more of an inferiority complex than queens and jersey combined since pretty much anyone i know from ess aye refers to manhattan as the city.

so i don't try to change hearts and minds on the matter but it never stops me from correcting folks in conversation. and i let it go.

until of course the occasional "these are the best places to get food, drink, coffee" piece comes up.

yesterday, gothamist ran a piece on the 6 best places to get weak assed iced coffee beverages in new york and it seems by and large that there are only two boroughs in this city for these sort of pieces manhattan and brooklyn.

the dumb thing is...

i don't even look at iced coffee as my go to beverage in the heat. i just suck it up and drink coffee.

however, when it's crotch pot cooking hot out, i go to sweetleaf for my iced coffee. their rocket fuel has all of the gothamist mentioned places beat hands down.

this reminded me of a quote that former mayor ed koch had said about how brooklyn and queens is a series of cemeteries new yorkers drive through on their way to the hamptons.

that said, the bastard decided to make some changes to our cities map to reflect my disdain for this.

so as a citizen of westernmost part of the borough of "here be monsters" i enjoy my view of this cities two sole boroughs.

enjoy

—the bastard

the meats

this just in…

the bastard likes himself a burger

and since moving here…

the bastard has been sampling the local fare.

you see…

the corner bistro opened up it's only outer borough outpost here in L.I.C.

and I wanted to see how it stacked up to other places.

behind my home is alewife who's owners come here from b-more

and so far…

their short rib and brisket burger served on a pretzel roll has them all beat.

but at 8 bucks lic's corner bistro has an edge on price by over 50%.

so the bastard almost has to give it up on just economics.

but that wouldn't be fair.

i'll keep digging around here.

there are other contenders…

and I aim to try em all.

hooray meatses

—the bastard