Eli Zabar Does Not Scoop His Ice Cream
Briefly

"Last week, as he started tracking his eating in a tiny black notebook that he keeps in his shirt pocket, two receipts slipped out. One from when he flew his Grumman Tiger up to Nantucket on opening day of scallop season."
"When it's time to head over to my stores, I park either on my block or on Madison Avenue. People always ask, How do you get parking spaces? Well, if you leave before 9 o'clock..."
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