A plaque remaining from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem.

Above, a 1934 plaque from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem. Discarded as trash in 2006.

Recent entries:
“To make me happy: Make me coffee, bring me coffee, be coffee….coffee” (3/24)
“Coffee, coffee! It’s our drink! If we don’t get it, we can’t think!” (3/24)
Entry forthcoming—B.P. (3/24)
“Want to hear a really dark joke?…Decaf” (3/24)
“I eat salad everyday. Bean salad…Coffee bean salad…Coffee. I drink coffee everyday” (3/24)
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Entry from December 04, 2016
“Promises and pie crust are made to be broken”

Entry in progress—B.P.

10 June 1922, Vermont Republican (Windsor, VT) pg. 4:
Promises and pie crust are made to be broken, but the printer gets more of the former than the latter.

Posted by Barry Popik
New York CityFood/Drink • Sunday, December 04, 2016 • Permalink