Maybe it has to do with the Supreme Court being up to no good. Lately, it seems, I am seeing political and social messages everywhere.
I've passed this place many times. It's just off Woodhaven Boulevard: Cyndi Lauper's old stomping grounds. The neighborhood has long been mainly blue-collar. Some relatives of mine lived in and around it, among other Italian-Americans and children and grandchildren of Irish and German immigrants. Some of those families remain, but many Indian, Pakistani and Central Americans have moved into the neighborhood--as well as some young LGBTQ people, no doubt because it's still relatively affordable.
Knowing all of that, I didn't think "ROE" meant the place serves caviar. Even if it does, I don't think I'd order it. When I do stop there--which I intend to do on some near-future ride--I'll probably order something like the chicken, rice and beans dish listed on their blackboard. Or perhaps I'll just have something to drink.
I can't believe I've passed that place so many times, usually on rides to the Rockaways and Point Lookout, where I rode yesterday. Usually, it's closed when I ride by: I suspect that it doesn't open until suppertime, or close to it. Perhaps I'll catch it on my way back, or take a different ride that takes me in that direction.
After all, how can I resist a place called "Exotic Poetry?" Maybe I'll read some of my stuff, or attempt to launch a stand-up career. (You think a transgender cyclist in, ahem, late middle age can't make people laugh--without even trying?) One thing, I promise, though: I won't do karaoke, even if it includes the letters "R," "O" and "E!"
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