Saturday, May 2, 2009


"You know times are tough when the tony cafe at a prestigious Manhattan bank gets turned into a thrift store." (New York Post)

Oh, and anything good?

There were no Rolex watches or Gucci bags on hand to be picked from the tables in the Midtown cafe, on Third Avenue at 58th Street. A Versace jacket was spotted among the items, although it was at least a decade old.

And most of the other odds and ends were just old hand-me-downs, such as a can opener from the 1970s, a coffee maker with its lid missing, a book on ancient Indian head massage and a goblet in the shape of the comic-book villain the Joker.


Jeremiah Moss said...

this post article is hilarious. the writer, putting together that list of junk, is a genius.

EV Grieve said...

I'm curious to learn more about ancient Indian head massages.

Jeremiah Moss said...

i would like to wake up in the morning, make coffee with the lidless pot, then enjoy that coffee in my Joker cup while reading about those ancient Indian head massages. that's the life.

EV Grieve said...

Which version of the Joker, I wonder... Caesar Romero?