Stiletto City

The Great Plotnik is visiting Stiletto City, the city in which he grew to be a Plot, the city of extra-wide doorways, the city where feet became vestigial organs and Chevrolet came to die, the city of preproduction and postproduction but not a whole lot in between.

In the Great Plotnik's old neighborhood EPark, the gangsters are now running coffee houses. Plotnik and Ducknik had a cup of good coffee in a building where they used to fence stolen transmissions. The drug of choice is now $2 dollar caffeine.

It never ceases to amaze The Great Plotnik that in a city populated by so many citizens whose ancestors invented the tortilla, you still can't find a burrito that isn't served on a piece of Wonderbread with a plastic fork. What are you supposed to do with a burrito and a plastic fork?