No! No! Another Do Do!
Am I missing something? WTF???? On our stroll through South Street Seaport this weekend to check out the Bodies exhibit, LCF and I encountered yet another NYC establishment unfortunately named DO DO!!!!!! And this one was attempting to serve fine cuisine! At least their helpful graphic flag implies that diners will be feasting on extinct poultry like in that movie the Freshman, rather than on a steaming plate of shit, but still, eew. I now fully expect that in a Robert Anton Wilson-esque turn of events, I will start seeing Do Dos everywhere as some form of synchronicitous urban punishment. Make no mistake, I will ruefully photograph each and every one for my own sick amusement, for to bitch about pointless crap is the sugar of life.
In other South Street news, the Bodies exhibit is badass! I especially liked the dead baby room, as it gave me an up-close-and-personal glimpse into what’s going on in my best friend’s belly right now. I was glad, however, that there was no face on the lady-cadaver they had on display with a panel of her skin and uterus removed so you could see her lil’ fetus suspended there forever inside of her all upside-down-like. I think if she had had a face that would have even freaked me out.