This is the worst of times: 431 more days of George W. Bush and a Writers Guild strike. Looking for a bright side? It's not 432 days…and there’s food on the picket line, at least in New York. That didn’t happen when I struck with my West Coast colleagues. Maybe there were too many writers to feed, or maybe it’s not possible to march with a picket sign and a chopped salad.
Here we feasted on sandwiches. Writers picketing in downtown New York on Tuesday were rewarded by a gift of lunchtime sandwiches and cookies from The Knickerbocker, a Greenwich Village restaurant, where, for years, a group of writers has gathered for a weekly lunch. Yesterday, in front of the Disney Store, writers chose between pulled pork and barbecued beef sandwiches from Daisy May’s BBQ, followed by ice cream being passed out in plastic cups. Side dishes were left untouched as there was no way to serve them so we're hoping SAG and AFTRA members, preferably those experienced as waiters, will come by to serve the food.
In addition to providing the address of the picket line, the guild should be including menus as I'm sure all the restaurants that have been frequented by writers will see this as payback time, The Carnegie Deli, Elaine's, Michaels, Da Silvana and Nobu, just for starters.