Miscellaneous city life: "Metropolitan Diary," WWPD style

1) On the train the other day there were three teenaged boys, obviously the cool kids or at least trying to be, all chatting with each other mainly in Polish. They kept saying, "And he was like...," and then they would continued the sentence in Polish. Needless to say, I don't know what "he was like." I wonder why, of all parts of their conversation, "And he was like" remained in English. Were they quoting things that were said in Polish, or is it just that "And he was like" has no Polish equivalent?

2) What's the deal with the Park Slope Food Co-op? Is the food good? Compared to Fairway? Whole Foods? Politically, I'm not sure what to make of a customer-run supermarket--in a way it's more socially just, in that it's not richer, older shoppers being served by younger, poorer workers... but in another way it's just insular and silly, taking jobs away from people who need them so that middle-class people can feel better about themselves. (Brings to mind this supermarket controversy from last month.) And culturally, I'm not sure if I'm hippie enough for such an endeavor. Not to mention my aversion to the food co-op in the last place I lived. Yet I'm intrigued, have heard good things, and will take a look one of these days...

3) Mandoo Bar's fried tofu appetizer is the most incredible food in the universe, even if it cannot be purchased through communal means. Of course, for all I know it's a North Korean specialty...