Coney Island Mermaid Parade
Al and I went to the Mermaid Parade in Coney Island on Saturday. There were far too many people. I'm not a fan of crowds, and I can't say that I've ever had a special place in my heart for mermaids either. Needless to say, I didn't last too long there. Just long enough to get a churro and some Italian Ice for Al.
He picked lime. Ug. I am not down for the lemon or lime ice. Give me a cherry or a coconut any day, but lime? Yuck. I don't eat the green or yellow skittles, nor do I eat the green or yellow sour patch kids...I barely even eat the orange ones. Once the red ones are gone, it's all down hill from there. I say, "Let's get some Italian ice," and he orders lime. Good lord man, why don't you just spit in my face and tell me that you don't love me?

Treats Truck I'm not sure how I feel about this new trend of mobile goodies in New York. I mean, at first it seemed like a fun idea, but I'm not sure my sweets should be so illusive. Do I really want to have to track you down, Treats Truck? I mean, what if your cookies aren't worth it? Or worse, what if they are, and I get the craving every so often, and then I have to go online and hunt for you?
I mean, the menu doesn't seem like anything special, but I could be talked into ordering a Mexican brownie, even though the name is a little redundant. ha ha ha. Whew...and then everyone stopped reading my blog.

I moved here because it's a food town. People love food, and they're not ashamed of it. On average, New Yorkers are thinner than the rest of the country. It must be all the walking, because it certainly isn't all the eating.

Events like today's Taste of Times Square make me so happy I'm here.