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The food world can be a rough place. Restaurants and markets come and go with the blink of an eye -- your favorite place can be there one minute and belly up the next. This week, we've got good news and bad news, take your pick.

How was last night's Village Halloween Parade? Glenn Hall III, all of 10 years old and representing New Orleans, led revelers in a celebration along Sixth Avenue. The police at Watts Street made sure only those with costumes joined the parade. rion took this great photograph above; check out her others here. And here are photographs on Flickr tagged with "halloween parade" and "nyc" - add links to yours in comments.

New Yorkology helps solidify the list of Manhattan bars you can smoke in! NYology asked the city's Department of Health and Mental Hygiene (someday, Gothamist will figure out what mental hygiene means because we know that we can't wash our brains) to compile the list, and here are six more bars, added to Karma Lounge in the East Village and cigar bar Club Macanudo on East 63rd that we knew about: Carnegie Bar & Books at 156 West 56th Street, Lexington Bar and Books at 1020 Lexington Avenue, Circa Tabac at 32 Watts Street, Kush at 183 Orchard Street, Hudson Bar and Books at 636 Hudson Street, and Grand Havana Room at 666 Fifth Avenue, 39th Floor. Many of these places are allowed to skirt the smoking ban because they also sell cigars; some charge a "smoking cover" if you don't buy a cigar, because a certain amount of the revenue needs to come from cigar sales. Also, you can smoke in the Campbell Apartment at Grand Central.

"Cheap" doesn’t always come to mind when you're wading through $400 sweaters in Soho, but if you're looking to find bang for your buck, stop in at Mooncake Foods, the anomalous Pan-Asian bistro-diner on Watts Street, for eats that won't swallow up your wallet.

For no particular reason I decided to take a walk on my lunch hour today. I walked down Watts Street to the end by the water. On my way I noticed that it was busier and the people on the street were more attractive than usual. The nexus of this pretty people activity turned out to be a rehearsal/filming of Sex and the City. They had set up a huge trapeze at the end of Debrosses Street (courtesy of Trapeze School) and taken over the F. Illi Ponte Restaurant across West Street for food service. I watched for a little while (after getting shooed back by some harried looking assistants) but soon realized that, having never watched the show, I was unlikely to be able to recognize any of the people flinging themselves through the air above me. Another quintesential New York moment passed, but there were deli sandwiches waiting in my future.