Zamboni’s name explained!

Thank you to Shoshana- who explained my why i am like the machine Zamboni- clearing and smoothing away the ice, for the many to make their own path....
(4th street LIVE, 12/26/13) Thank you to one of my visitors today, who i’ll call T- who explained to me why i am like the machine Zamboni- clearing and smoothing away the ice, for the many to make their own carving paths….before this I never knew why the universe named me as  such! To my many visitors today- thanks for talking with Zamboni. One of my favorite questions today, a little boy who asked “how long do little people have to be small?” and later a young woman, “when will my boyfriend ask me to marry him?” -for some reason that last one appears a lot on Fourth St ?*!!^%

Zamboni can you recomend a good restaurant?

Indeed I can answer this question from “Crab Colson”, in Folsom Prison.

Dear Crab- Ironically enough to your plight, I was recently on Alcatraz trying to broker peace between the ghost of a murdered prison-guard’s wife and a few hapless tourists, when I became famished and had to break for lunch. Washing ashore at San Francisco’s Embarcadero, I happened upon Coqueta (

Into this place I ventured and had many delicacies while those around me raised strange glass goblets of yellow liquid and made long streams that did or did not end up going `into their mouths like a game children often play. I roasted on octopus tentacles roasted in wood fire and had a very strange liquid donut of manchego cheescake covered in hard caramel that was both very strange and very delicious.


As I talked philosophy with Adriana, the erudite prep cook, and ate these strange and wonderful things, this wisdom occured to me: There are infinite and endless combinations of tastes in the world and the chef is like a painter but instead of 10 or so colors, he has one million- what a challenge and how easy it is to make bad food food with all those possibilities. But, when it is delicious indeed like this (-and more importantly, if there are good people around- because eating without good company, either friends, family, or a decent bar man or comely prep cook… that is like food without salt-)

…then indeed you have the greatest sort or art one can think of.