January 8, 2014
Truly a sad, sad day. The cultural and gastronomical landmark Gray’s Papaya in the Village is no more.
No more of my favorite guilty pleasure.
No more burning the roof of your mouth with steaming hot doggy wonderfulness, only to cool it seconds later with the cool sweet rush of yummy papaya juice from a plain styrofoam cup.
No more “snappy” service.
No more feeling superior to tourists who don’t know how to order.
No more positioning yourself at just the right angle so as to have your own private counter space no matter how crowded.
No more catching the flipped nickel from the cashier after getting the “Recession Special” and paying with a five.
No more scowling at the horrid people who put ketchup on a hot dog.
Go on my old friend! Viva Gray’s Papaya! You will live forever in our hearts . . .
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