I could stop calling this place Ghetto, since it really isn’t. I’m liking this place because no one here bothers me or tries to get to know me. A Greek pool hall on Steinway Street is similar in that respect, though I don’t get over there too often.
Heard mention on the radio today of Break, the pool hall on Broadway. I think they have some old video games there now, and that retro video games are a hipster fascination.
For some reason a piece I read some months ago has stuck in my mind. The story was 6 things that hipsters have ruined. I only remember one: Breakfast. Breakfast, the writer ranted, has been replaced by something called Brunch. What used to be an efficient, succinct start to your day — a piece of toast, or an egg sandwich — has been replaced by complicated creations made of artichokes, mushrooms, picante sauce…
The rant wen on in that manner. I’m not sure picante sauce is actually anything, but no matter. I fully concur with that author’s sentiment. Breakfast should be easy, reliable, and difficult to fuck up. I get a complicated brunch burrito once in a while at a nearby place (my “regular”, in quotes for reasons of its current status as my irregular) and the damned is usually decent but it is always completely different. Sometimes way too spicy, other times way too much cheese, the fucking thing should not be so variable. Breakfast should be simple.
Yeah!
Going to listen to a lot of things tonight. I started listening to the hours of sounds recorded with my prized field recorder and ultra sensitive nature microphone. Good shit in there. A lot of crap, too.
