If the Notorious B.I.G. attended a corndog day party, he would attend this one

Give me your strollers, your wailing infants, your overpriced lattes served by MFAs/Yoga Instructors with 2 master's degrees and a dog-eared copy of "Then We Came to the End." Give me your Q train, your bailed out hedge fund managers, your "I think the coop is fascist but I'm a member because have you seen how cheap this organic squash is?"

Give them all to me, and add in some corndogs, tater togs and cheap beer. I lift my lamp beside the golden door of a park slope corndog day. I lift my lamp to the world!