Ghettostronomy update!

Turns out that Guerrilla Ghettostronomy is all the rage:
1) Ray has a kind of El Bulli thing going on, with cold nachos, or raggedy bits of Kraft singles on round tortilla chips, and admonishes Roast Beef not to egghead in the ghetto.
2) Tien shares her plans to get on the guerrilla gastronomy bandwagon with some, um, revolutionary dining concepts:
I’m shopping around a couple “left-y” restaurant concepts myself: Maoist small plates — stuff you might eat around a jungle campfire. Tables at this Clinton street spot will display copies of the Little Red Book from which you can read to dinner companions, and discuss how Maoism’s focus on coordinating the mass, political involvement of rural, agrarian workers has made possible the delicious organic beets that you are now consuming.

Or a FARC run cereal bar. They could use lots of Andean grains like toasted quinoa in creating the sort of energy bars one might need in fighting the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Columbia, not unlike the shoppers’ struggle against summer crowds on Michigan Ave. I’m thinking a stand in Chicago’s Water Tower Place would be perfect.

“El Marxismo-Leninismo abrirá el sendero luminoso hacia la cocina” (Marxism-Leninism will open the shining path to the kitchen)

On the other hand, Basek is all Debbie Downer on Desnudo:
This space is right down the street from me. It’s been several restaurants since it was a used record store—a classic cursed space. I guess used record stores are cursed too, if you take the long view, but there was a time that we needed them. Nonetheless, RG clearly took a Phelpsian-sized toke from the smoked fish bong, because Desnuda isn’t long for this world. Guerrila molecular gastronmists or not, serving tiny, $20 tureens of fish is not the way to survive the econopocalypse.
And last I checked, Miller High Life is East Village champagne.

Comments

[anon]

to wit:

http://bloodysheets.blogspot.com/2004/08/saint-marxism.html

[Bridget]

I wish the word guerrilla would come back and everyone could stop overusing "terrorist".

Even though a restaurant called the Terrorist's Taste sounds cooler.