If you live in Brooklyn, you have probably seen Mike's knife sharpening truck at one point or another. Every weekend the old green truck slowly cruises Brooklyn blocks ringing its bell to let customers know it is approaching. Even thought the truck moves slowly, I have never been able to flag Mike down to sharpen my knives--until this past Saturday. I was walking out of the apartment to pick up my laundry and the truck was right at my intersection. So I hailed the knife sharpening vehicle over and ran inside to get my kitchen knives. For $5 a piece, Mike (or perhaps Mike's son?) sharpened my extremely dull blades. While I waited I got to pet Baby, the sweetest pup you will ever meet. The gentleman sharpening my knives told me Baby weighed 92 lbs. and I believe it--he was solid as a rock. It was a lovely little slice of old New York for my Saturday, and I savored every bit of it. Plus, my knives are razor sharp. Cutting last night for a pasta sauce was a revelation.