A plaque remaining from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem.

Above, a 1934 plaque from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem. Discarded as trash in 2006. Now a Popeye's fast food restaurant on Google Maps.

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Entry from February 29, 2020
“At the stroke of midnight, Neil wept softly, cradling the sour cream as it expired”

Food doesn’t suddenly go bad at the exact second of the printed expiration date, but there are jokes. This was posted on Twitter by blake on June 1, 2012:

“At the stroke of midnight, Neil wept softly, cradling the sour cream as it expired.”

“Why is there an expiration date on sour cream?” is an earlier joke about sour cream.


Twitter
blake
@Leemanish
At the stroke of midnight, Neil wept softly, cradling the sour cream as it expired.
12:31 PM · Jun 1, 2012·Twitter for iPhone

Twitter
Steffani Cameron, Snowflake
@SnarkySteff
Replying to @Leemanish
A modern tragedy. RT @Leemanish At the stroke of midnight, Neil wept softly, cradling the sour cream as it expired.
7:35 PM · Jun 3, 2012·Twitter Web Client

Twitter
WaltGates
@waltgates
“@Leemanish: At the stroke of midnight, Neil wept softly, cradling the sour cream as it expired.” Now *that’s* funny!
10:30 PM · Jun 3, 2012·Twitter for Android

Google Books
5,000 Sidesplitting Jokes and One-Liners
Compiled by Grant Tucker
New York, NY: Skyhorse Publishing
2013
Pg. ?:
At the stroke of midnight, Neil wept softly, cradling the sour cream as it expired.

Twitter
Real Mens Wallets
@realmenswallets
At the stroke of midnight, Kevin wept softly, cradling the sour cream as it expired
9:30 AM · Feb 17, 2019·Buffer

Reddit—Oneliners
Posted by u/labink March 1, 2020
At midnight, Joe wept softly, cradling the sour cream as it expired.

Posted by Barry Popik
New York CityFood/Drink • Saturday, February 29, 2020 • Permalink