Labor Day weekend. I allowed myself a proper cheating day like I have not had since NYBD, beginning the night before (31 Aug.) around 22:00 when I ate the trail mix I’d bought a week before and had been keeping in my refrigerator because my cupboards are so hot that they liquefy my coconut oil.
What with all the advertising of late for chicken sandwiches at various venues, I went to one of them (Wendy’s, B’way) for their spicy bacon jalapeño variety. My cashier was fat P’rick (21:31).
Fried pork dumplings from LK, 35th Ave., (6546) where I sat down to thereby assist the not‐unattractive worker who was mopping and who thanked me therefor.
37th Ave. As often, a handsome man was at the सागर/সাগর desk as I passed. Olive oil and ice cream from FD (23:45). The okay manager was present looking at his smartphone and chatting with a man standing next to him.