Mixed Marriage

Last night at Socha, where Jim Zim's great quartet was playing, the only other people catching the second set were this couple, a mixed marriage if ever there were one, both wearing headphones, she typing on her Mac and he on his Dell, while the boys in the band toiled away fifteen feet from them.

Earlier in the day, Plotnik saw this sign, which, by an adept misuse of the English possessive and the Spanish plural, manages to mangle two different languages in one shot.



The economy is not hurting business at Saigon Sandwich Shop, where the best bahn mi sandwiches in the city are still $3.



That person standing in the rear of the line whose body language might remind you of The Great Mushnik, is not her at all. Plotnik was twelfth in line out the door, and there were several more behind him, but no one was complaining, few yakking on cell phones -- those sandwiches are just too good.