I have lived on the Upper East Side for more than half my life. And while it's hardly the cool, hip place to live, it's always had certain advantages. What's more it's also been a bastion of sorts against the vagaries of a crumbling economy; after all it's one of the wealthiest precincts in the world.
Maybe the little fish market is selling fish heads to cat people, or geriatric ladies making fish stock for the holidays. Or maybe the legions of Jamaican babysitters in the neighborhood have some sort of specialty they make with the heads.
In any event this seems a little sad.
1 comment:
or it could be for people who need fish stock to make bouillabaise, lobster bisque or cioppino.
that's a pretty good price!
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