Spesh and his chilli dogs. And a helpful reminder about coconuts.
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Gray's Papaya, we have had quite a tumultuous relationship, you and I.
I remember the first time I went to Gray's, I was about thirteen and coming off the high of being thrown around at some hardcore show or another. Disheveled and sweaty, my companions and I went in and got the "two hot dogs" deal--which was, I believe, $1.50 at the time.
It was love at first bite, of course, and over the next few years Gray's Papaya would reveal more great things to me, like when I saw the Papaya King on 125th Street and realized that "Papaya" is a chain of hot dog eateries. Introducing the phrase "no pork on my fork" to my vocabulary. You provided many a day's sustenance when I was a foot messenger and many an evening's entertainment when I was hanging around the record store Fat Beats. Premier punk rock band Bugout Society immortalized you in the song Bumrush at Gray's Papaya ("they really smelled!")
But then, around 1994, you put up a banner in your store in defense of the Republican mayor of NYC, Rudolph Giuliani. I was surprised by this development, the slinging of hot dogs and fruit juice a decidedly liberal pursuit, to my mind. I brushed off my indignation and decided that I could still enjoy the hot dogs, politics be damned. This is how much I loved you, Gray's Papaya.
But this was not the last banner of its kind I would see displayed at Gray's. In the years to come, I would see all manner of conservative political commentary: congratulating Pataki for cutting state student grants, demaning Clinton's impeachment after the Lewinsky scandal, major support for Bloomberg during his campaign, et cetera. I winced at them but bravely soldiered through and purchased my hot dogs (the "deal" now approaching four dollars!), though they tasted somehow more bitter to me.
The last straw was when I started seeing banners in sycophantic support for George W.--before the 2000 election, after the Enron scandal, right through 9/11, and then even in support of his decision to invade Iraq. This was an indignity which I could no longer bear. I realized that supporting Gray's was tantamount to supporting my enemies. And so, with heavy heart (though not heavy heartburn) I wrote off Gray's Papaya forever.
I'd be lying, though, if I said I didn't miss you sometimes.
PS: Still, congratulations to the newly-engaged! May the rainbow of your true love pierce the blackened hearts of Gray's Papaya's management and cause them to see the error of their ways!
Yet another reason why Cappie Dogs are just so much fucking better!
what's up with all the deleted comments??
I was a victim of blog-spamming, wherein blogspot bloggers click "Next Blog" and pimp their sites in the comments section in the most recent post of every blog!
SO. FUCKING. ANNOYING.
The must be destroyed.
I thought that Gray's Papaya's internet defenders had come crawling out of the woodwork.
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