Shopsin's Map To The Men's Room

I didn't have the "Blisters on My Sisters". I had a pulled pork Cuban that was good, but somewhat heavy, like the owner. There is no sign, but there is a long line on the weekends. Two highly tatooed guys who are regulars were engaging the owner. There is instant comradery here. The owner's son mentions that some food magazine has an article about the Kenny's place. I haven't seen it yet, nor do I care and she, the writer, is a fucking asshole. Some guy sitting next to the owner asked him what's good. The owner said how the fuck do I know what you like? Then I mentioned to Kenny that I recently learned that Alice Trilling died of a heart attack on 9/11/01. Her heart was weakened by radiation treatments to her lungs in the mid-70's. Many people think that she was in the World Trade Center that dark day. He said a lot of people died that day. A look appeared in his eyes and face for a nano-second. The Trillings were friends and regulars at the original location in the West Village on the corner of Morton St. He named things on the menu after the Trilling's daughters. From the stereotypical kinds of people who get tatooed, to presidential power, brainwashing, eating habits, eating out in upscale restaurants to Myanmar (Burma) so it went. The owner said that the death toll from the recent cyclone is nothing compared to the slaughter of people by the regimes in that part of Asia. He was trying to recall what Myanmar (Burma)'s most important export was. I said Burma Shave. He laughed and said that those highway signs would not be allowed under current ecological rules. The key to the men's room is on a spatula on which is a very tiny handwritten map that are the directions to said men's room. It's unreadable, but I found my way. I hadn't paid yet and as I got up to go to the men's room I told the owner that I did not plan to bolt. He said if I did bolt that he wouldn't have to see me again. A true New York character.