Fried Shoes for April Fool's

There is only one way to see the Fried Shoes sign. For me, it happens every time I leave my daughter’s tap dance class at Lundstrum (“Where West Broadway meets Broadway”) and arrive at the  entrance to 94E at North 4th Street. And there, through the miracle of a well-placed pole and a limited line of vision, Mr. Friedman’s noble emporium becomes a Fried Shoes shack, which always sets me to thinking. Fried Shoes, I believe, are the perfect April Fool’s Day appetizer. Like Nat King Cole, I think I’d enjoy them best with the frim fram sauce and the ausen fay, with chafafa on the side.