40 Ounce Casualty

I'd be a hypocrite if I did not preface this post by saying that I was not part of the craft beer movement in the early to mid 2000s. But its funny how all things seem to come full circle at some point...

The 40 ounce beer can be considered an enigma; what is it's purpose? If the standard can or bottle can be used to achieve the same amount of beer, why package it in this manner?  Firstly, you need the historical perspective:

• 40OunceMaltLiquor.Com has a great write-up on the history of this beer, from more of a fan perspective
• J. Nikol Beckham looks at "black beer culture" and how malt liquor has been inevitably tied in with it.
• Kihm Winship has another great write-up on 40 ounce beers, "a story without heroes." 

Essentially, malt liquor began burgeoned from necessity, from both Prohibition and World War II. Supplies were limited and drinkers complained that post-Prohibition beers lacked the "kick" that pre-Prohibition beers had. Fast-forward...with the help of some chemists and corn, malt liquor was born and contrary to popular belief, it was originally marketed to "white America." The larger size beers (32 ounce, 40 ounces, and the extinct 64 ounce) were marketed as "picnic beers," meant to be shared among a few people, much like a bottle of soda or seltzer. Country Club, one the earliest malt liquors, was marketed toward the upper class, as can be seen in the name and the advertisements. Kihm Winship notes that this supposedly "un-obvious" transition to marketing towards Black America happened around the time of the Civil Rights Movement, when marketers realized that there was now a whole new market of consumers that needed to be reached. He also notes that the statistics at the time only showed that 33% of all malt liquor drinkers were black, which would mean that 66% were non-Black, adding to the question of why was it marketed towards Black America, unless the idea was that they had a specific demographic. Mr. Winship also notes that a similar study was performed by Newport cigarettes and this is why that brand was marketed to Black America. Although it always seemed like a stereotype, the Billy Dee Williams Colt 45 ads seem to be the venturing of companies into this type for marketing. Not much later, 40 ounce beers were being discussed in rap lyrics and later, groups were being used for advertisements.  And the stereotypical history is, for the most part, history.

My new found fondness for 40 ounce beers burgeoned from a stint of unemployment. For many years, to that point, I was the guy showing up to parties with some obscure Eastern European beer or some rare local beer that was only being released via growlers. But after losing my job, I no longer had the money to buy these types of beers. And often with unemployment comes the need for more quantity at a cheaper price. Initially, twelve packs of Stroh's (ok...I admit it...115 packs), Schlitz, and Schaefer were in the rotation. But I found that I often drank more than I needed to, adding to the depression of being unemployed. And during a un-fruitful afternoon of job searching, I read a pleasant blog post about a man reminiscing about grabbing two Ballantine beers from the cellar each night before dinner from his father. My interest was peaked; I have always been nostalgic and wanted that "beer" that people would say, "Yeah..that's the beer Dan used to drink." So I hunted the beer down to find that it mostly appeared in 40 ounces form, even though its ABV is less than 5% . It's essentially a poor man's pale ale, with a skunky, hoppy bite at the front and that soapy dish soap finish. However, it is one of the best of the bunch when it comes to 40 ounce beers.

I refer to a "new found fondness" because 40 ounces had been on the docket from late high school through college. Olde English 800 owned the late high school years into college; a Big Bear made an appearance for a while, with cameos by Crazy Horse, Country Club, Silver Thunder, Hurricane,  Colt 45, St. Ides, and King Cobra. Late high school consisted of a Friday afternoon 40 in Central Park, to pick up a good buzz for the train ride home. Olde 800 English headlined many nights of lunacy, poor judgement, and "the spins." Big Bear represented while being away at college, as my roommate and I would drink it in paper bags in the woods behind our dorm, a homage to high school.

Its funny how I pop out a Ballantine 40 at a party and someone will inevitably say, "How do you still drink that shit?" This phrase is usually uttered by someone holding a blood orange pale ale. I could use this section to go into a tirade about how certain 40 ounce beers hold some merit but instead will focus on...how the discussion will soon turn to vivid, happy memories of days gone by, of house parties, high school hi-jinx, and days when having a good time meant more than anything else. I don't hold on to the past but its nice to know that getting older doesn't mean completely disconnecting from my youth. Sure, there are merits to the 40 ounce now...the idea of finality, that there will not be a few extra beers in the fridge that I don't need to drink...the idea of price...how a responsible night of drinking costs $7.13...but its also about the hunt...these 40 ounce beers are becoming dinosaurs, as even the shadiest gas station stocks up on Sierra Nevada, and finding the rare 40 ounce beers has become a thrill much like finding a Hacker-Pschorr Sternweisse was ten years ago. If anyone who reads this has found a spot that sells odd 40 ounces, drop a line here. You can never know when a great one will show up. For example, on a ride back from Orient Point Park, I found a 40 ounce of Hurricane at a gas station in Greenport, a quaint seaside town that offers fine dining and attractions for those looking for a Hamptons experience. A Long Island Frugalist looks for deals in any shape, size, or form and to me, a $2 40 ounce of Mickey's fits that bill. With that in mind, a shout-out to Bellmore Beverage, who has kept the flow of Mickey's and Ballantine 40 ounces steady for the past few years.

Entenmann's Banana Bread Loaf Cake

The Entenmann's family of dessert products...they are part of my family. However, I never realized there was another "n" in Entenmann's. And no, not the final "n" but rather the "ten" part. For years, I have said, "Hey, yeah, I'll stop off and pick up an Ente-man's" (phonetic spelling here). And there lies the conundrum. From one perspective, nothing says, " I couldn't give a shit less about your gathering and refused to put any thought into bringing a dessert," than bringing an Entenmann's soft-baker cookie box or a box of chocolate glazed donuts. However, as we all know, they are always a hit and end up getting buried well before anything else. So, from another perspective, it is a sure-winner, among the sober, drunk, and high alike.

Loaf/Ass

Marshmallow No Helpey!

Never any crumb left...

My childhood memories of family gatherings resonate around specific Entenmann's products: the shitty loaf-line (sour cream, lemon, ass, etc.), enjoyed only by my grandmother and brother, the Marshmallow Iced Devil's Food Cake (chocolate cake with marshmallow icing that ruins it), the 8 Variety Pack Donuts (Disappearing Order = Crumb, Chocolate, Glazed, Plain [usually 2 left]), and the assortment of crumb cakes (from standard to ultimate). But there was one cake that seemed leaps and bounds above them all...the  Banana Cake, described by Entenmann's as , "Moist and flavorful banana cake topped with creamy banana and chocolatey icing. A delicious treat for banana lovers!"

This magnificent creation graced the table for many years but seemed to disappear although it is still listed as available. Instead, we were left with nothing to fill the void. That is until the limited Banana Bread Loaf Cake meandered in to a family party at some point. Although the loaf family usually makes me cringe, this loaf had that flavor that brought me right back to that Banana Cake. I thought that I may miss the frosting but I did not...rather I rejoiced in loaf - that synthetic banana flavor was all there, fostering memories of Sunday afternoon Turbo Nerf tosses after a substantial Italian, all of which was completed by 4:00 pm. It was moist, substantial, and effectual -  a perfect dessert paired with a hearty perked coffee. So the next time you reach for the soft-baked cookies, keep an eye out for the Banana Loaf...your party will thank you...but if they don't at least you will have something mint to take home.

IKEA

IKEA is for shopping. It is for buying hip things with foreign names. It is about thrown wrenches and hammers while putting things together. It is about crowded parking lots, college freshman, and shitty, useless shopping carts. But there is one reason that I will always accompany my wife or whoever else to this spare parts warehouse...the food court. And no, not the one upstairs that serves food in a cafeteria-like setting at reasonable prices. I am talking about the first floor, Nassau Coliseum-like food stand that can be easily accessed from outside, especially if you want to be a dick and park in the "Pick Up Only" section. I must admit that I have gone on many occasions to IKEA merely to eat; as much as I knew that I needed a bookcase made of cardboard and glitter, I knew that I had $3.00 in my wallet which equaled 6 hotdogs. Sure, to most, that seems like an obscene amount. But these are those small-time deals, the cheap bun-size wieners you would serve after your little league team receives their third-place trophies. Satisfying in the nostalgic sense - satisfying in the wallet sense. But I am here to discuss a newer item that I ran across recently - the Swedish Meatball sub. This three-bite (or four if you go a meatball at a time) is comprised of 4 of IKEA's silky Swedish meatballs stuffed into the surplus of .50 hot dog buns they have laying around. Silky is the best way to describe these meatballs; a super-soft texture, with a smooth, creamy mouth-feel with spices that probably include cardamom and coriander. This "sub" costs $1.00 and rivals destroys Subway's ridiculous six-inch "turkey" meatball sub, especially since you can get three of these for the same price. This lower-level fun zone also has $1.00 and below cinnamon buns, pizza slices, and soft serve cones. I respect IKEA for trying to instill that old school notion of spending an entire day shopping. It reminds me of my early days with my grandparents, spending a full day Christmas shopping at Green Acres Mall, dining at the food court as a means of making it through a full day of shopping. If you are anywhere near the Hicksville IKEA, its worth dropping in for the stadium-style food they offer.

Frugalist is back! Back on LI! Back in biz...

San-Dee Lanes

San-Dee Lanes
342 Hempstead Avenue
Malverne, New York 11565
(516) 599-1134

Yeah - I had been cynical about bowling my entire life. It is funny that not until I was about 30 years old that I reveled in the simple pleasures that encompass bowling. Originally, I had "sports rage." Being an avid hockey player and fan, I laughed at the idea of a "sport" where you were allowed to drink and smoke while playing. I was being an elitist and thought that going bowling would jeopardize my integrity.

The allure recently has been the addition of a great deal. Ironically, I began bowling after a recommendation from my cousin. There is a funeral home directly across from the bowling alley. My grandmother had passed away and my cousin said, "Hey, why don't we go bowling after the wake?" At first, I felt a rush of guilt - my grandmother was dead...how could I go bowling? But then I realized that there must be some value to this - it would be the ultimate in mindless fun, a means of uniting a large group of people who were mourning to try to get their minds off what was going on. And it worked...we had a blast, even though we sucked. We drank pitchers of beer, bowled a few games, and realized that with the help of family and friends, we would be able to continue on with our lives.

We continued to bowl throughout the summer, usually being the only ones there while Jim kept the alley open while we drank and hit pins. I attended the alley recently and the weekend format had changed. For a little under $20, you could bowl unlimited from 10 pm to 2 am with shoes included. There was also a prize of a free game if you got a strike when the orange pin was in the first position. And, there was an hourly raffle (a lane and bowler # was pulled. Then a card from a deck of cards. If you bowled the same number of pins as the cards pulled, you won the money). For most people in both situations it was an epic failure because they folded under the intense pressure and scrutiny of the alley staff and other bowlers. Although I mock, I kind of was hoping that I was not involved so I would not pull a Carlos Beltran.

It is pure, unadulterated, good fun. I have had a lot of good times here in the last year and I think that it has a lot to do with age. I am at the age now where it is hard to find a place to hang out with friends outside of an apartment/home without spending a tremendous amount of money or having food involved. Bowling provides the perfect activity to accompany time to catch up and "b.s." about recent events without stressing any of the over-competitive people. In addition, according to the website at one point, they have the latest in draft beer (Bud and Coors Light) and laser bowling which is "all the rage." Its a good time - get there if you can. Remember: San-Dee = VEL-OC-IT-Y!

Notes:
- Check the website for more information.
- The photo at the top of the post is from the San Dee website. The rest are exclusive in-action photos taken by Dan.

Caumsett State Park

Caumsett State Park

25 Lloyd Harbor Road
Huntington, NY 11743
Phone: (631) 423-1770

Only recently have I discovered the hidden mysteries of the North Shore of Long Island. Like many Long Islanders, I knew that the North Shore is filled with affluent neighborhoods, where the value of a casual outfit is worth more than my total net worth. But I was unaware of the rich history here, of wealthy industrialists, bankers, and the likes building excessive mansions to house their massive egos. And as much as it is annoying to think of the poverty and despair that existed during these times, it is awesome to think of the lavish lives that these people lived. It also calls attention to the neglected North Shore of Long Island for its beauty. These people lived up here for a reason.

Caumsett State Park is an interesting drive. A drive through a Brooklyn-like, urban area of Huntington where the streets are filled with people shopping, talking, and enjoying the summer eventually transitions to an uppity area filled with restaurants with $35 appetizers, older women wearing clothes that are 30 years too young, and outdoor Dave Matthew cover bands. Oh yeah...and you have to stop in the middle of the street for jaywalking pedestrians. A quick left then a right and you are on a one lane road filled with beautiful homes, manicured lawns never touched by the owners, a police station whose most vicious crime was an "un-curbed dog," even a wonderful seminary. Eventually the road opens to wonderful vistas, semi-mountainous with odd Super Mario 2-like shrubs protruding from shallow waters. A bit further down the road and you are at the entrance, a time warp of sorts.

Caumsett State Park seems different from the other parks that I have visited. There is no grand entrance...no giant metal sign heralding its greatness...no giant parking lots where the heat blurs the actual amount of vehicles in the lot. You drive to a small parking lot. A large dairy barn can be seen from one angle, a fenced in garden from another. I am going to give you the "all-inclusive" path to follow. Actually, its a result of trial and error by Jess and I in terms of trying to figure out which way was the best. In my opinion, it gives the best overall view of the park in a two hour segment.

After parking in the main lot, walk past the collection booth down a dirt road. At the end, swing a right and continue walking across a large field. You will eventually hit a concrete path. Follow this path into the woods and after the path veers right, you will see some benches on the right and, a bit further up the road, a mini-hut with some park postings. You will see a path that heads back to the left, somewhat in the direction that you came. This is not the right path. Instead, look a bit to the right and you will see a path that heads into the woods (I believe there is a sign here prohibiting horses). Take this path. After a bit of hiking, you will see two giant water towers. Take the path to the right, which is in front of them. Follow this down to the bottom until you hit a clearing. Veer to the left and you will hit another path. Follow it to the left and you will find the promised land. All of a sudden a clearing will appear, where problems cease to exist. This is an ethereal spot; a spot for deep thought; a spot for playing your favorite song and thinking about life. Take a peek at the vivid views of Connecticut, of the beach, of nature. To the right, there is a stairway that heads to the beach. Follow it to the right (east) until you see a large, brick protrusion (reasons for this here have ranged from a place for cannons to a bizarre sex fetish spot - all speculatory of course). There is a path from the beach and make a left. Follow this sandy beach path around through the woods to a clearing where the mansion is in sight. Go up the massive hill (a horror in the summer), head around the mansion, and you are on the main path. You can follow this back to the main lot where your car is.
The beauty of Caumsett is the ability to traverse many areas unfettered. There are a multitude of small paths and interesting nuggets to be traversed. In addition to all of the great paths, there are a houses and mansions dotting the park. One of them, which is on the main path (or you will arrive there if you follow the above path we laid out) is quite majestic. I stood on the back porch of this mansion, admiring the view and wondered what it would have been like to live there "back in the day" to enjoy a coffee and a paper while admiring the view. I imagined a Christmas party, with decorations and food, with a light snowfall. It is impressive to say the least. Just make sure that you somehow make it to the shoreline. Bring a compass and make sure that you are headed north. The views here are tremendous.

Notes:
- Here is the link to the park's website for more specific information.
- As I had stated before, there is a lot of exploring to be done. Our description just gives a nice and scenic way to get to the north shore. Pack a lunch and do some exploring! We would love to hear about some new finds and paths.
- All photos seen here were taken by Dan.

New Park Pizza

New Park Pizza
156-71 Crossbay Blvd.
Howard Beach, NY 11414
718-641-3082
Hours: 10 a.m. to 12 a.m. - 7 days a week

I grew up in Queens. When asked about it, I often use Aqueduct Racetrack as a landmark, which is true, for its dilapidated overhangs were clearly visible from our house as well as the dilapidated gamblers who passed the front of the house on the way to the bus. I have some vivid food memories from my times in Queens. Ho Wan Restaurant under the el on Liberty Avenue served the best version of fried rice - a version that would be the "meter stick" for all others because of its deep, brown color. It was actually "fried' and not Goya yellow rice. Another restaurant further west on Liberty Avenue served a baked ravioli, with golden brown mozzarella covering each luxurious pillow of ravioli (the name eludes me - I know it was "something 's" and was more like a bar). Smile of the Beyond, a vegetarian restaurant on Parsons Boulevard, served some of the best "fake" American classics and some the best juices (try the carrot), all served by followers of Sri Chinmoy. Add to this list New Park Pizza, whose intricate flavors were puzzling to my young palate at the time. However, as I visited as an adult, I realized the genius here.

Living in the midst of the South Shore of Nassau County, pizzerias and Italian restaurants exist every other storefront. Ironically, all of the food blows! Since there is such a large population of Italian people on the South Shore of the Island, it is funny to me that: a) they go "out" for Italian food often and b) they think it's good. You can take your $13.95 bowl of Penne ala Vodka and blow it out your ditty-bag (Thanks Grandpa!)! I have grown up with too many fabulous cooks in my family to pay for generic Italian-American fare. But I digress from the pizza...Jess and I moved out here two years ago and the only place we liked closed down (La Bella Pizza). I had some friends over during a Ranger game who were hungry and I called them...No answer for an hour...The next day I passed by to see an eviction notice from the County Sheriff. But my brief love affair with their Sicilian pie led me to an epiphany - most places have a generic sauce that they use for pasta and pizza.

Digging through old photos for our wedding led me to a photo of myself and my little league team (circa 1990) enjoying slices after a "World Series" win for Team Sapienza Meats! Back then, I enjoyed the pizza as much as a Big Mac after a good report card. My family and I moved out to Long Island for a few years before I had my license and I lost touch with the pizzeria. However, for a brief few college years with my buddies Murm and Phil, we ventured every year into Howard Beach on December 23rd, listening to the Deftones' "White Pony," At The Drive In's song, "One Armed Scissor," and various Soundgarden, Alice In Chains, Tripface, Indecision, Murphy's Law, and Rorschach songs, and other metal/hardcore hits in a 1986 Buick Century, a 1988 Buick Regal, or a 1990 Ford Taurus (see picture to the right for a glimpse of two of these beautiful cars after they were "decommissioned"). We were the three stallions - some others joined us - sometimes only two of us - but the spirit remained. We were on a quest for last-minute Christmas gifts or at least to buy a new hockey stick at Sports Depot. Menthol cigarettes were abound as well as tins of Skoal Cherry - we were the Tobacco Generation. Plus, it was balm for the massive hangovers that we all had since we were off after finals. A smoky windshield dimmed a crisp winter sky (we used to wake up at 3 p.m. during winter break). A trip to the stores on Crossbay Boulevard were prefaced by a stop at New Park Pizza. It was a right of passage for those who had never had it (Murm and I grew up in Queens).

New Pizza Pizza is a small brick building on the corner with a "patio" of sorts for more seating. But do not be afraid of the appearance - the flavors here are incredible. The neon pie above is like the North star for weary pizza travelers. There is no lack of "specialty slices" on Long Island. New Park focuses on the classics. No Buffalo Chicken slices...no ziti slices...no Chicken Francaise slice. Go ahead and order one of these. We always joked that you will get a regular slice and a regular Coke anyway. New Park has the classic toppings for slices (pepperoni, mushroom, peppers, a white slice, etc.) and some other classic pizzeria fare (never had a menu so I am not sure what else is offered - I know I have had a calzone in the past) but most people opt for the original, either Neopolitan or Sicilian. Order two regular slices and do not even bother with the garlic powder and hot pepper flakes. Sit on an ancient wooden bench and examine your slices. Rugged pieces of mozzarella (not Polly-O) are layered on a bed of rose-colored sauce and seemingly charred crust. Take the first bite and get pissed off at yourself for living a life filled with mediocre slices that attempted to hide the mundane with autographed pictures of Frank Sinatra and James Gandolfini. Sweet and salty cheese is married with a succulent sauce that is made specifically for pizza. Yes, damn it! There is a such thing as a "pizza sauce" versus a "marinara sauce." Its not a "one size fits all" kind of thing. Its complexity lies in its simplicity. A charred crust beckons a sense of being overcooked but a smoky flavor intermingles with a crust that is crispy and chewy. Its an experience to be had by all.

And screw all the haters. I have read many reviews by Brooklyn and NYC "foodies" who tout these "$5 a slice" places as being superior, bad-mouthing New Park and that's terrific. And guess what? A) I do not want to spend the gas money nor food money to pay $5 for a slice of pizza B) I hate elitists who, unless they have eaten every damn pizza here and in Italy, pass intense judgment about places with such "gusto." Take your $5 slice, your "Ohh, its $1 Pabst Blue Ribbon Night - Let's Slum It!," and your "Let's follow the Twitter food trucks" and shove it. There are some people who do not have the opportunity to, do not have the money to, or couldn't give a *&^% about fad places. I apologize for the soapbox rhetoric but it angers me that people consider themselves the authority on food and beer based solely upon the trendy places they read about in the dining section of the New York Times. I try to give an honest review from the perspective of the "common man" (or woman), highlighting positives and negatives, giving you, the reader, my honest opinion. My honest opinion here is that this is one of the best pizzerias that I have had the pleasure of enjoying a slice from. There may be better slices somewhere but I have not found them yet and do not think that I will.

New Park has been here for over 50 years. There is beauty in nostalgia, greatness is nostalgia, better-than-your-pizzeria nostalgia. I have eaten a lot of pizza in my day. I have even threatened a pizzeria tour with my friend Murm one summer, with the idea of hitting a different pizzeria each day. I can honestly say that I have not yet had pizza that is better than the one at New Park. It is worth the drive here. And if you live in Queens or Nassau County and you have not been here, it should be a rite of passage. I have heard many stories from my friends who have made the trip hear after hearing about the greatness. Jess and I recently made the pilgrimage here, calling from the Belt Parkway (call right when you hit the part where the highway to head to JFK passes overhead), for two pies "well-done" (you'll get that charred crust). We picked them up and returned to Long Island to watch the Ranger game with my parents. They had not had New Park since we had moved to Long Island in 1994. I cannot put to words their expressions after their first bites into the slices. It is more than a slice - its an experience.
Notes:

- It was $32 dollars for two regular pies - a steal for this type of quality. The slices are quite filling as well.
- New Park can get quite crowded at all times of the day, a testament to its popularity. The service is extremely quick though. I have heard that many people order a pie right at the counter and will receive it not much later.
- Do yourself a favor this holiday season - stop at New Park, have a few slices, and then cruise around the beautiful neighborhood of Howard Beach checking out the fantastic Christmas light displays. Talk about frugal...It does not take more than a few dollars in gas for a most excellent night. It has been a become a tradition of ours (with the addition of a cup of coffee).
- Follow New Park on Facebook as well as a website that is currently under construction.
- I know it's not technically in Long Island but I wish it was. It is not far from the Nassau/Queens border.
- All pictures seen here taken by Jess (except the cars - that's in my archive!)