Step 1: Hop a train 2 stops from Grand Central to Fordham Station in the Bronx.
Step 2: Assume (incorrectly, by the way) that Dave know's where he is going.
After a brief false start, he figured it out, and in to the Bronx we trekked and low and behold, we found Arthur Avenue.
First stop in the neighborhood- the Market.
Yummm, fresh calf brains anyone?
Momentarily felt like we were back in Asia, where this sort of offering is fairly normal.
Oh man- how GOOD do these sausages look? I'll take one of each.
Maybe the Curtiss Clambake next year will have a special entree from this place.
I sort of want to hop right in the bucket and swim around in their.
Just a few kinds of meat.
Lovely little market.
God Bless the USA
NYC was having a bit of a post-blizzard trash collection problem. Ick.
How good do these cookies look? Don't worry, I had a canoli while there- and it was soooo good.
We may not have gotten very many NYC-things accomplished in our week in town- it was a CRAZY busy week, and I mean jammed-packed full crazy week, but I was super glad we got this one done. Who knows the next time we will have enough free time in the city to head all the way up to the Bronx, and it was well worth the trip.
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