Newsday ditherer Joan Reminick gave a nod to Blue Point's Thongpanchang Thai Restaurant last week. As I was in the area, I had to follow her lead.
Reminick, ordinarily about as reliable in discharging recommendations as Our Unfailing President is in shielding Afghan civilians from harm, began with the "basil roll - a steamed rice noodle wrapper filled with fresh basil leaves, plump shrimp, shredded carrots and lettuce." I again followed her lead, and agreed that this was a superlative starter: fucking massive shrimp that were very, very fresh. I had a train to catch, so I had to take my entree to go, and didn't get around eating it until some time later. I'll have to except it from judgment on account of time elapsed.
Earlier in the day I had been at Mr. Fadeley's Deli and Pub. The deli equipment was gone, as were most of the old (human) fixtures. Installed, instead, was a crowd of unwashed hippies. One man was plainly on drugs, stomping his foot to extinguish a cigarette that just wasn't there. After ten minutes he retired to a corner stool and looked at the wall. The new owners (managers?) were also using the place as a day care for what I presume were their children - a wholly salubrious arrangement.
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