Alexander Basek

7-­Eleven is betting that time-starved New Yorkers will come to appreciate the convenience of its more-than-just-­sandwiches spread of fresh food, which has, to 7-Eleven’s credit, expanded considerably from its stoner-pleasing roots. While the company is still talented at making food cylindrical in a way God never intended, and Buffalo-ing things that the Lord might never think to Buffalo, it has also introduced fruit and yogurt cups, salads, and other healthier items.

It really depends on the hiring partner,” said one lawyer who was formerly a partner at Dewey. “Most firms have an inflated opinion of themselves, as do most lawyers. If last fall you offered a job to John Smith from Harvard, and he said, ‘No thanks, I’m going to Dewey,’ your reaction might be, ‘Why the hell did he go to that firm? He must be an idiot.’

Packouz was baffled, stoned and way out of his league. “It was surreal,” he recalls. “Here I was dealing with matters of international security, and I was half-baked. I didn’t know anything about the situation in that part of the world. But I was a central player in the Afghan war — and if our delivery didn’t make it to Kabul, the entire strategy of building up the Afghanistan army was going to fail. It was totally killing my buzz. There were all these shadowy forces, and I didn’t know what their motives were. But I had to get my shit together and put my best arms-dealer face on.

Wallace, ever the superstar, yields to nobody in his mastery of this skill. Here he is, losing his muffin at a state fair;

Except for the tubcakegate. I have taken the following things into the shower with me: a beer, two beers, an iced coffee, and a mixed drink. Food? Never. Doesn’t it get wet? Where do you put it while you get undressed? The sink? The edge of the tub? The top of the TOILET?! Does not compute.

The Tigers seem pretty good? Unless… I don’t know, is fielding still a thing? They got rid of that, right? Now it’s just hitting and eating hoagies? If it’s just hitting and eating hoagies, they’re great.

If you Google a list of “best action films” you’ll get a hodgepodge of genres, including buddy-cop movies (“Lethal Weapon”), dystopian sci-fi (“The Matrix”), martial-arts flicks (“Enter the Dragon”), matinee thrillers (“Raiders of the Lost Ark”) and movies like “The Bourne Identity,” which belong to a subgenre I like to call American Tourist Anxiety. (In these movies, a confused American runs around the great cities of Europe yelling at befuddled foreigners to tell him who he is, where he can find his loved ones and just what the hell is going on. See also: Liam Neeson in both “Taken” and “Unknown.”)

Then there is the long-held perception that the city will prevail in any dispute decided in Albany — and, worse, that people downstate belittle rural dwellers. People here still recall a 1984 Playboy magazine interview in which Edward I. Koch, then New York’s mayor, scoffed at country people in “gingham” dresses and “Sears Roebuck” suits.