Destroy all Vandals!
We were a bit worried about our menu box outside Dirt Candy. It’s a gorgeous piece of plastic, hand crafted by artisinal plastic workers deep in the mountains of Brooklyn and we had to pay for it with a bag of gold dust and a magical chicken. But East Ninth Street, where we’re located, is a lovely, quiet neighborhood and we figured that it would be fine.
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No such luck. Three days after being installed, late on this past Saturday night, some little twerps broke it free from the ground, cracked it into pieces and threw the pieces up and down the block. We’re figuring out a way to get it back up and to make it twerp-proof, so consider this a temporary setback, not a permanent defeat. And rest assured, little vandals, this menu box is going to come looking for you in the night. It won’t sleep until it’s found you, and when it does, neither god nor man can save you from its wrath.
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Our menu box. RIP…for now.
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