tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post7851035911647959469..comments2024-03-26T04:26:04.911-07:00Comments on Lost City: A Beautiful ThingBrooks of Sheffieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18297071358029060908noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-33008728202919162252009-06-21T17:02:20.870-07:002009-06-21T17:02:20.870-07:00Oh!! This was my fantasy for the 4 years I lived o...Oh!! This was my fantasy for the 4 years I lived on Columbia street and would walk down Union from the F train. Every time I'd walk by Mazzola's late at night and smelled that amazing smell I always wished I could get some freshly baked bread. Except in my fantasy it wasn't a seeded Italian. It was that ridiculous chocolate bread!!! Sooo goood!fgalexnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-71087432454465726352009-06-12T09:55:33.849-07:002009-06-12T09:55:33.849-07:00Seems like everybody knows "that guy" on...Seems like everybody knows "that guy" on the cell.<br /><br />Who's he talking to? Is he outside because his wife won't let him smoke inside? And is he on the phone because it would be too boring just to smoke? Maybe he just rents the porch from the people who live inside.Brooks of Sheffieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18297071358029060908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-11265084520999768202009-06-12T09:20:04.204-07:002009-06-12T09:20:04.204-07:00Thank you for this post. I see 'that guy'...Thank you for this post. I see 'that guy' all the time and marvel that really, EVERY time I walk by, there he is with a cigarette, on the phone and sometimes a cup of coffee in hand. And I get to breathe in that sumptuous baking bread smell as I go to sleep. It's heaven.Eat It Brooklynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04029159331546505444noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-9771868368834190532009-06-11T20:53:40.458-07:002009-06-11T20:53:40.458-07:00that guy must spend all day out there on the phone...that guy must spend all day out there on the phone and smoking. i'm glad to read that he's not just my mirage.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-47793104729961333912009-06-11T18:45:55.710-07:002009-06-11T18:45:55.710-07:00Sounds like Vidiot's view of his neighbors clo...Sounds like Vidiot's view of his neighbors clowning was just some Italians (as I am) drinking a little<br />wine perhaps and feeling well, the<br />humor as a Fellini film might show.<br /><br />Annoying not to me.<br /><br />Mike of tin pan alleyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21554899.post-52861083873503451162009-06-11T10:08:31.625-07:002009-06-11T10:08:31.625-07:00You wax poetic, but there's a darker side to M...You wax poetic, but there's a darker side to Mazzola's late-night activities. Ok, not so much as darker as it is humorous.<br /><br />I used to live across the street on Henry and my bedroom was on the street side. It was summer and I was awakened at about 3am to the sound of guffawing and Italian chatter. I looked out the window and the bakers were all out on the street, smoking their cigarettes and holding bread loaves like, well, phalluses and sort of prancing around like a bunch of horses. <br /><br />It was hilarious, surreal and a little annoying.The Vidiothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13536981176706604870noreply@blogger.com