Yesterday, we had the story from a Park Slope Parents email of the Chicken Parmigiana a la Cockroach at the Slope’s Tutta Pasta. The story made the jump over to Brooklynian and, as such tales always do, brought out other gross-out stories. Like this one from an unnamed Second Street restaurant:

…this reminds me of the time, a couple of years ago, when i was sitting at the bar of a certain restaurant that is still open on 2nd street, when my companion looked at me and recoiled in horror (more so than usual) at almost the exact same moment that i felt an itchy feeling on my right cheek. a woman sitting next to my companion gasped loudly, and i wiped my face, and then looked down to see that i’d brushed-off a waterbug, an inch-and-a-half long, off my face. much ee-yew’ing ensued. we all told the bartender what’d happened, and the woman sitting nearby suggested, loudly, that he should at least give me a free drink. he gave her a condescending look, and said ‘are you kidding?’ the bug was bad enough, but his reaction to what seemed like a reasonable suggestion was the greater insult. i’ve never been back to that place.

Given the fact that Second Street Cafe no long exists, process of elimination leads us to the only restaurant on Second Street. All we’ll say is that it serves pizza. We haven’t seen any waterbugs there, but have seen evidence of a mouse infestation of Biblical Proportions. We haven’t set foot in the place in over a year either after watching Multiple Mickeys and Minnies run wild on multiple visits, scurrying between the tables and booths. So, perhaps, both the Monster Cockroach and Mouse Olympics problems have been solved. Or not. (The last inspection shown a year ago yielded 21 points and evidence of mice, a prior inspection about a year ago to the day came up with a stomach churning 55 points.)