What can I say? I hate mushrooms. They taste like dirt.

So tonight I’ll have the Ai Funghi Misti. It was a brilliant New York gambit, I thought, eat the thing you think you cannot eat.

SALUTE! BY CLARK HOLTZMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 44

I was living in Vivian Gornick’s New York City, so intimate and anonymous, so promising of encounter. I had rented a studio flat on East 37th Street that overlooked a row …

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