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Shandy was the gateway to beer for me. Canned shandy in the UK was almost alcohol free and regularly served to children. Adults would order a bitter or lager "top" in bars: beer with a dash of lemonade. As a teenager I started on sweeter beers like milk stout.

It is. Bayard Meat Market always has some. I guess technically its really the whole rectum rather than just the anus.

Only 57, from cancer. He was always fun to watch.

I actually do buy and cook pig anus. Sorry. It can be good. I have not seen cow anus but if it’s on the scale of bull penis it may be a bit too much.

In important news, looks like Hinds are now a five piece. They added a guitarist. Not sure why or how that will change the sound.

He did put the gun together!

For those who can tolerate Instagram I liked this picture. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cxwe_kVM58n/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

I will eventually finish this vast complimentary orange and life will be martini again. I did have another Bronx tonight. Okay and an Abbey to compare.

I did not know that story. I think I still have a copy of the Man From Uncle magazine. That was a thing. Small format story magazine, Ellery Queen-style.

Okay, maybe Browne told the writer he went to Sant Ambroeus every day and the writer assumed he meant the branch they were sitting in. There's no sign the writer knows it's a mini-chain. But an editor with knowledge of New York would surely say, wait, he really does that? That's nuts.

I enjoyed the Fall Style and Design issue. The features on Thom Browne and Jeremy O. Harris were great and Taylor Russell modeling for Loewe must be the best fashion photo not featuring Zendaya this year. But here's the kind of thing I get fixated on: That would be a forty minute walk each way, a three and a half mile round trip. Okay, so he's fit (and maybe doesn't know there's a Sant Ambroeus much nearer to him in the Loew's Regency). But here's the thing. The espresso would be stone cold half way home. Does he stick it in the microwave? Can he not afford an espresso maker? Two years and he hasn't figured out a better way?

That's how I did the Van Gogh, but I still had to wait some time in the virtual line.

If you forget to thaw the tripe and it's probably too late to start cooking it even if you defrosted it, here's what you can do. Take the massive slab of headcheese from Schaller and Weber. Cut a thick slice from it. Melt it in a pan, jostling it with a fork, until you have the chunks of meat in a now liquified jelly. Dump this over a salad and toss.

I think I had a crush on him back in the Ilya days. My fondest memory, however, is seeing him as the Narrator in the musical version of "The Hunting of the Snark," inadvertently the funniest musical ever staged. I can list many moments from it, but let me just share this gem. The Beaver was played by the only female cast member, who was compelled to sing the memorable ditty "I'm the only beaver on this boat."

Looks like you're right. I was prompted to input my membership number when signing up for the virtual line, so I assumed it was still members only.

I did also have a Bronx some time over the last few days. All driven by my unaccustomed acquisition of a very large orange.

Yesterday was the last of member preview days but I no longer believe they're any less crowded or more convenient than when the exhibit is open to the public. As with Van Gogh's cypresses, there's a virtual line system in place. Scan a QR code and you are told when to join the (physical) line. I guess I waited about 10-15 minutes. It's a huge show, ultimately quite exhausting, but very good. These were almost exact contemporaries and friends, so in the early part of the show especially you see them tackling similar subjects and themes around the same time. Degas long outlived Manet, but the show doesn't go into Degas' late career (hundreds of ballerina paintings and yet more horses). There are some greatest hits. Manet's "Olympia," Degas' "The Absinthe Drinker" and an early version of Manet's "Dejeuner sur l'herbe." I admit I came away with a strong preference for one artist over the other.

The Harlem Book Fair moved indoors to the Alhambra Ballroom on Saturday. You might remember the photo below: who is the guy in the middle? His daughter was at the book fair selling copies of a biography of Plĕas Tusant Pearson; chef, political activist, entrepreneur. The photos in the book suggest he also met just about every celebrity who came to Harlem. For the Strength of Harlem. Yes, I bought a copy.

Abbey. Gin, orange juice, dry vermouth, Angostura. Recipes I am seeing online this morning call for Lillet Blanc in equal proportions with the OJ. Harrington's book, which I consulted when making it, had dry vermouth in a slightly smaller proportion to the OJ.

Other good news, a sensible YouTube search for Hinds band with a recent filter produces plenty of clips of the new line-up live. A good reason to stay up all night.

I was looking for any content from the new Hinds line up and instead I found Ana and Carlotta trying to crank something out 9 years ago. First stirrings of what has become the best (active, live) pop group in the world.

I don't think Ana has published many academic articles. She does make pottery.

Ooh.

With my exciting free orange: Satan's Whiskers (Curled) and an Orange Bloom (the Blossom requires orange flower water in the recipe I saw and I ran out of that a while back).

So sad Below Deck Down Under is finished but oh look Below Deck Med starts on Monday.