These babes were bitchin’.

Momofuku’s famous pork buns:

Yeah, they are worth the trip. And if you are on the go, pop into the Milk Bar for ’em. You won’t be sorry.

[photo credit: Amuses Bouche]

Broadway Boogie Woogie, By Piet Mondrian (1942-3) 

I always hear this song in my head when I look at this picture.

I really dig this lady (and her cookbook too).

R. Crumb

Here’s a lovely spring beat for you…One time:

Frank King.

R.I.P. Alex Chilton.

Part One…

Walt Kelly.

Last week, I wrote about a wonderful Tuscan kale salad I had at Resto.

According to someone in the know, Nevia No, a greenmarket goddess, has the goods at the 14th street farmer’s market.

Ya hoid.

[Photo Credit: New York Magazine]

One of my early adolescent idols…

Milton Caniff.

All I wanted was a slice, is that too much to ask?

I got off the R train at Union street in Brooklyn and walked up to Fifth avenue. But the pizza shop on the corner–Fifth Avenue Pizza–was closed. So I turned left, in the direction of Flatbush avenue. Four-and-a-half blocks later I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t passed a Pizzeria. On a commercial street chock full of restaurants no less. 

I didn’t want to keep moving away from Union street, where I was eventually headed, so I doubled-back, crossed over Union Street and continued on, figuring, again, a pizzeria would be a stone’s throw away.

Nope. Nada. Bubkus. I was apoplectic, hating hipster Brooklyn like never before, when I finally found a spot, on 3rd Street just off Fifth Avenue called Villa Rustica. I went in and ordered a couple of slices and sat down to eat.

Now, unless I’m at a fancy pizza shop, one of those places that claims to be “the best,” I’m not overly picky. What I’m looking for is a representative slice. Something I could offer an out-of-towner as an example of a good New York City slice. (Talk about a new spin on VORP–value above replacement pizza!) Well, the slice at Villa Rustica was just that–and better than any of the local pizza I have around my way in the Bronx.

It wasn’t spectacular, didn’t re-invent the wheel, but it was satisfying and delicious and it made my anger go away.

Ah, the restorative powers of a good, representative, New York City slice.

[photo credit: akuban]

A soul classic (love the intro):

More from the funny pages…

George Herriman.

Bon Scott sounded like he gargled whisky when he sang:

Picking up where we left off yesterday, yo, remember Ratner’s down on the L.E.S?

Dig this recent post from Vanishing New York, a most excellent blog.

See you in the funny pages…

First, up: E.C. Segar.