All good New York journeys begin on the subway...
where I spy a Bohunk heading to Queens in search of beer.
(You can recognize them by their large hands.)
You can tell we are entering central Europe by the bar signs...
and the oompah band
and little girls in lovely costumes
and lots of people eating pork and sauerkraut and dumplings
and poppy seed cake
and dancing....
and drinking Pilsner Urquell or even water.
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