Fashion victim(izers), Midtown, New York, NY. I quite enjoy the look on the guy’s face. Modest. Restrained. But still: “That couldn’t possibly be a scrunched-up rug pad up on that lady’s head. By Jiminy that is a scrunched up rug pad on that lady’s head!”  Which of course was what

Carnegie Deli mainstay, New York, NY. With the inimitable Liza, who, as I recall, watched me eat most of these pickles with a kind of a bemused detachment.