Thursday, October 9, 2014

Locavore, Schmocavore

Everyone talks locavore.

You know, eat locally.

Support your local farmers.

Eat sustainably.

Be eco-conscious.

Only take what you are going to use.

Be good to the planet.

The whole nine yards.

That's why it warmed my heart, when walking up East Broadway yesterday, I spotted this local farmer fisherman...
Locavore Fisherman
As you can tell, Mr. Fisherman cares about the environment. I mean, he bicycles to and from his fishing hole, right? Very little carbon footprint, no? And his product is special...
Of course, I don't know that fish from the East River is what you want to be eating these days (pregnant women beware). And I don't know if it's legal to sell your catch from the East River, on East Broadway, out of a bucket.

But - it's locavore, so what the fuck?  And - at least Mr. Fisherman was nice enough to toss his cigarette before serving you. Rules, you know...
Look ma - no  cig!
Fresh, local fish - Various locations around Chinatown, often East Broadway, Grand St., etc.


  1. Is that a Northern Puffer?

  2. Hey at least he kept it in a bucket. I've seen these guys lay out their dead fish on the bare sidewalk for sale in the hot sun.