Dear Grub Street,
I’m glad that you got all your yuppie-ass chef friends to “vouch” for the ball fields on Grub Street. It’s so nice to see a bunch of privileged jerks who probably take a limo down there slumming it and “gettin’ real” with the working class of New York … It’s funny that I have been going to the ball fields nearly every weekend for seven years and until last summer never saw more than a few Anglos there. I certainly never saw you there or any of these famous “chefs.” Why should I care about what Tom Colicchio, Aaron Sanchez, and Zak Pelaccio say about the ball fields?
First of all, it’s not a limo. It’s a 1934 Rolls Royce Silver Shadow. Limos are far too vulgar for us. And how else are we supposed to get real with the working class? That said, we and the chefs love the ball fields just as much as you do, and have for a long time. And, going by the papers this weekend, it seems like we’re not the only ones.
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