Comments on: Show me the bacon!

By: Ode to Bacon « My Philadelphia Story

Ode to Bacon « My Philadelphia Story — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 09:28:41 +0000

[...] restaurants. You can eat bacon at your friends’ houses. You can try (and occasionally fail) to order it from your local food-cart man. But the one thing you can’t do if your parents are like mine is bring bacon into the house. [...]

By: Starbucks fail « My Philadelphia Story

Starbucks fail « My Philadelphia Story — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 14:04:25 +0000

[...] Oh, forget it. I’ll go to a lunch cart. [...]

By: I love bacon too « My Philadelphia Story

I love bacon too « My Philadelphia Story — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 03:40:57 +0000

[...] March 27, 2009 · No Comments I really really do. Bacon is a staple of my diet. [...]

By: Doug

Doug — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 12:36:21 +0000

I hope you were laughing at my grammatical blunder as well: “If neither of these seem….” The whole world knows that “neither” is the subject of that sentence and that it is one of those pesky collective nouns and, as such, needs a singular verb form (seems, not seem) for its completion. I don’t mind making mistakes as long as I know – or discover later on – that I’m making them…my god, I really do have way too much time on my hands.

Regarding your having to give up blogging for egg frying, I just assumed you were ambidextrous.

If you haven’t seen the aforementioned movie, Man Push Cart, you might want to track it down. It’s quite good – kind of sad ultimately, but good. I would caution you, though; you may wind up dumping the B&L street vendor guy for Ahmad Razvi, the movie’s lead. It pops up on the Sundance channel occasionally.

By: phillygrrl

phillygrrl — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 02:53:39 +0000

Yes! Number 3, number 3! I laughed so hard….

(Although that would mean I would have to give up blogging for egg frying, you realize that.)

“I was trying to look at your dilemma from the vendor’s perspective – the other side of the cart, if you will. I came up empty.”

I understand their perspective. They’re desperately lonely and they just want someone to shoot the breeze in the native tongue with ‘em now and then. But sometimes I have five minutes for lunch and I don’t have time to indulge everyone’s whims. But I am always polite.

By: Doug

Doug — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 01:32:42 +0000

That was three wonderful suggestions, wasn’t it?

By: Doug

Doug — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 01:31:59 +0000

Have you seen the movie, “Man Push Cart”? I was trying to look at your dilemma from the vendor’s perspective – the other side of the cart, if you will. I came up empty. But, nonetheless, I do have two wonderful suggestions:
1. Practice your best Sly Stallone delivery and tell the cart guy you were born and bred in S-out Philly (as opposed to South India), and to put your friggin’ bacon on your egg sandwich, before you kick his ass.
2. Hand the guy a note that says you are an orphaned mute agnostic and could you please have a bacon, egg and cheese, etc., etc.
3. If neither of these seem practical, then stalk the Broad and Locust street vendor guy and marry him, thereby disproving the old saw that you can’t have your bacon and eat it too.

By: phillygrrl

phillygrrl — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 21:24:55 +0000

I am madly in love with the Pakistani lunch truck guy at Locust and Broad. But he he only comes in three days a week…

By: Eric

Eric — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 19:30:51 +0000

ROFL. Only you.

By: LT

LT — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 16:57:09 +0000

I, on the other hand, have very good experiences with Pakistani vendors.

Because I am not fair. :) :)

It may be because I don’t eat pork or bacon, anyway. Because I have had some instances where they assumed I was either Muslim or Pakistani.

Next time say South India instead of Bombay. It will confuse them. Really. It even confuses some Indian vendors. (Though there was one Pakistani that spent some time in South India–Karnataka to be exact–so he could pick up some of the Malayalam because he was fluent in Kannada. )