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Apple pie.

Smoke crosses the park
Stinging my eyes like hot sauce.
I am so hungry.

Porterhouse, naturally.

Good bread and a little mustard. I'm a purist.

Porterhouse, naturally.

A grainy bread, a grainy mustard, and ham. I'm a purist. A grainy purist.

Opening up an unexpected package to discover that friends had sent me three pounds of Neuske's bacon. Not only did I enjoy the bacon (naturally), but it meant that I knew my friends understood me.

I'll concur with most of the commenters above (the proprietors have the right to express their opinions, and I have the right to shop elsewhere). I would add, however, that there might be a marketing plus for staying politically neutral. Not only do you not risk driving away customers - in a low margin business, why risk driving anyone away, no matter how small a segment of the market? - but you also can offer customers a politics-free zone. There is something pleasant about not having to make a political statement with every act we perform. Casting a vote on election day, sure, but buying your morning cup of coffee? I am reminded of my father's experiences as a young foreign service officer in Rotterdam in the early 60's. He would ask a local where he should buy a new suit or some tobacco for his pipe (yes, I know...), and the first response was always: Are you a Catholic or a Protestant? Different denominations patronized different merchants. I expect that this is no longer an issue in Rotterdam today, and I expect that this is a relief for everyone involved.

That said, as a Republican living in NYC, it gets really old really fast to learn that every establishment you would like to patronize either disagrees with your politics or, worse, goes out of its way to insult yours (Mud Truck, I'm looking at you). This election cycle has given me a whole new list of places where I will no longer do business. I hope the proprietors think it was worth it.

To my great surprise, some of my favorite childhood dessert memories are of banana and orange cakes that Sara Lee used to make. Funny, but I haven't thought of them in years.

I remain baffled that this man is still in business. Everyone talks about how rude he is to customers, whether they deserve it or not, but I keep waiting for someone to say "... but it was worth it because the food was so delicious." With all the fine places to eat in NYC, why put up with that kind of service? I'm a native New Yorker, and yet I can still tell the difference with being direct and being a jerk. My only guess is that when he was on Bedford Street, there must have been a healthy market of masochists who needed this kind of abuse because, well, maybe because they weren't getting enough at home?Or at work?

I'm pretty sure that Polaner is based in New Jersey (at least I know they used to be). That should satisfy the locavore purists.

Homemade, cast iron skillet, plus a little reserved bacon fat.

Thailand, to spend some time at a cooking school.
Singapore, because I've just finished a No Reservations marathon and he makes it sound like street food paradise.
Argentina, because I believe in beef.