Continuously misidentified in the local papers, this is a sidewalk shed not a scaffold, and at any given time they cover half the streets of Manhattan as the rotted pre-war buildings are crumbling. We would always pick up the step walking beneath them as a curb-jumping-cab transforms planks and cross bars into a death trap. But we sorely miss the ubiquitous NYC Ghetto Deli. Bacon,egg and cheese on a toasted buttered roll and coffee is still two bucks. The wall of beer they offer is nothing but an embarrassment of riches, and we alway gather information from the keenly observant and talkative guy at the register, in all of them. Whereas we haven’t learned much from any taco vendor in LA.