Saturday 3/31 will be the formal dedication of newly repaved and plaqued Jack Kerouac Alley (from Columbus to Grant Ave. next to City Lights Books). It'll most likely be a gathering of the Tribes, and I'm expecting that there will be something in the air that will sharpen the appetite.
So what's an old Beatnik to do for lunch? Certainly can't grab a 30 cent Poor Boy from the long gone Italian deli on Green Street to wash down with a poorboy of cheap Burgundy, nor got to a Monday night $1.00 spaghetti feed at the equally long gone Tower Cafe. Ditto the Basque Hotel for a splurge, or Universal Cafe or Sun Tai Sam Yuen for cheap Chinese. Not the Jackson Cafe for Chinese or a Western meal to rub shoulders (or knock elbows) with Lenny and Honey Bruce (they're long gone, too). U.S. Restaurant? Not the same. Little Joe's, Columbus Cafe, Mike's Pool Hall? Ancient History. Sam Wo? Nah, that's for 2:00 AM, and Edsel is with the angels. Plenty of good espresso (what's a latte?) but nary even a decent bagel, Co-existence or otherwise.
So, all you oldtimers (and that means you, Sharuf) give me some inspiration. Chew up a few peyote buttons and conjure up an inspiration for reliving a Beatnik lunch. I'll even lift my $1.00 price cap.
What would Jack do?