Food with Flex
Saturday November 7, 1992 – 9:39 amNote: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.
I just got up and I have to go get coffee at Vittoria, if I can get my ass in gear. But I wanted to remember to I forgot to write about something yesterday — Flex and I had a really fun lunch at a cheesy Mexican restaurant called Ah Chihuahua. We both had enchiladas Suizas at my suggestion. He is a great friend to have, especially at Lintas. Actual friends are hard to find at that place. Me and Flex go eat lunch maybe once or twice a month. We go to a different place every time because he knows the neighborhood really well and knows all these cool places to go. Once when his friend Kirk, the tall tall sculptor, came by, we got sandwiches and ate on some benches overlooking the East River. Once when his friend Genghis Khan came, who is into PK Dick like me, we ate at a low-key Indian place. We’ve eaten at a Polish place, and had sandwiches at a place Flex calls Pig Park — a park by the river in Sutton Place where there’s a sculpture of a big boar that little kids like to climb on.






