This is a playing fast and loose with the definition of “Above 59th Street” (and sure to infuriate at least one Upper West Sider who will cry out “But we have a Barneys Co-op now!”) — to say nothing of our stated editorial mission — but it’s all the same to me: four deaths in Ulster County (that’s an area of upstate New York somewhere north of Siberia and south of Montreal) have been attibuted to a ‘rare brain disease’ which is how large news organizations describe an illness that might be termed otherwise if they weren’t going to be called very quickly by the very well paid lawyers of the American Beef Council (more properly the Cattlemen’s Beef Board) to explain very precisely is not ‘Mad Cow Disease’ (in fact, they even have a whole web site about it). There still is no information whether or not this is the ‘sporadic’ type — which is not causally connection to beef consumption — or the ‘variant’ type, which is. The beauty of it is that even it is the time to shit your pants and start worrying about such a cluster, there’s nothing you can do since the incubation period can be years (meaning, we may have all ingested the tainted ingredients back in the Go-Go 90’s). This is not a site that doesn’t appreciate a good burger (it is, in fact, one that can engage you in a lengthy conversation that will drain all the fun out of a good burger hunt, so it will stop at saying Big Nick’s is hard to beat, Corner Bistro be damned), but, you know, I like to be really clear each time I open my mouth and insert something (other than my foot) that will mostly certainly hasten my shuffling off this mortal coil. If it’s time add beef to the list, so be it. I just wish we didn’t have to muddle through the dissimulations of the various machinations of beef boosters and be done with it. Test all the meat, or assume it’s coming (and thus, spinning the thin thread of topical relevance, aside from our late evening pissed at the Bosox and taking it out on the namby pamby Times inebriation, this site will not be providing the results of its three year quest for the Best Burger Experience in Manhattan, which wasn’t so much a structured essay as a concept held out as an ideal in other nights of inebriation that didn’t involve the failure of out-of-town professional sports teams or a consideration of the irony of our siding with the outlanders, again, given the stated editorial, etc.). In the meantime, I’ll be over here eating hummus and cultivating my liver disease.
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Boy, if we had PR flacks like this…
This is a playing fast and loose with the definition of “Above 59th Street” (and sure to infuriate at least one Upper West Sider who will cry out “But we have a Barneys Co-op now!”) — to say nothing of our stated editorial mission — but it’s all the same to me: four deaths in Ulster County (that’s an area of upstate New York somewhere north of Siberia and south of Montreal) have been attibuted to a ‘rare brain disease’ which is how large news organizations describe an illness that might be termed otherwise if they weren’t going to be called very quickly by the very well paid lawyers of the American Beef Council (more properly the Cattlemen’s Beef Board) to explain very precisely is not ‘Mad Cow Disease’ (in fact, they even have a whole web site about it). There still is no information whether or not this is the ‘sporadic’ type — which is not causally connection to beef consumption — or the ‘variant’ type, which is. The beauty of it is that even it is the time to shit your pants and start worrying about such a cluster, there’s nothing you can do since the incubation period can be years (meaning, we may have all ingested the tainted ingredients back in the Go-Go 90’s). This is not a site that doesn’t appreciate a good burger (it is, in fact, one that can engage you in a lengthy conversation that will drain all the fun out of a good burger hunt, so it will stop at saying Big Nick’s is hard to beat, Corner Bistro be damned), but, you know, I like to be really clear each time I open my mouth and insert something (other than my foot) that will mostly certainly hasten my shuffling off this mortal coil. If it’s time add beef to the list, so be it. I just wish we didn’t have to muddle through the dissimulations of the various machinations of beef boosters and be done with it. Test all the meat, or assume it’s coming (and thus, spinning the thin thread of topical relevance, aside from our late evening pissed at the Bosox and taking it out on the namby pamby Times inebriation, this site will not be providing the results of its three year quest for the Best Burger Experience in Manhattan, which wasn’t so much a structured essay as a concept held out as an ideal in other nights of inebriation that didn’t involve the failure of out-of-town professional sports teams or a consideration of the irony of our siding with the outlanders, again, given the stated editorial, etc.). In the meantime, I’ll be over here eating hummus and cultivating my liver disease.