Sometimes I receive telephone calls from The Past, a mysterious entity
that remembers where things used to be in New York before Starbucks and
Whole Foods came to town. Originally posted at Gawker, April 5, 2007 .
"Hello? Who is this? It's six in the morning."
"Sorry, molestiemouth, am I waking you up?"
"Well, no. I'm actually on the way to the gym and having breakfast."
"Jim is such a d class name... but hey, I'm eating too."
"Nice. Nothing starts my day like a protein bar."
"And nothing ends mine like moules frites at Florent."