I was on the way to Kim’s Video on St. Marks Place this morning to return
Brokeback Mountain (I
made it through the final scene dry-eyed, but when the credits rolled
and Willie Nelson’s voice sang “He was a friend of mine. Every time I
think of him, I just can’t keep from cryin,” I sipped my beer and let
the tears come.). I stopped for coffee and a croissant at 18 St. Marks.
Truth be told, I passed the storefront – since I still associate the
Clifford-sized plaster dog atop the awning with Good Dog, the
Chicago-style hot dog joint that had until recently occupied the space
– but I did a double take when I noticed it was once again open, now
called Spot’s Café.
“What happened to Good Dog?” I asked the gruff, heavyset man clad in a maroon apron who seemed to be the owner.
“Just didn’t work out I guess.”
“But you kept the dog?”
“We named him Spot.”
I’d interviewed the owner of Good Dog and the artist who created the
giant plaster dog back in March of 2007, when the dog was lying on his
back, with his tongue hanging out like he wanted a belly rub, taking up
the entire store.
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I
passed the Dessert Truck last night after leaving a reading in the East
Village. As I looked at the menu a woman approached me and said,
"You're getting free dessert tonight… on me!" 
