Why drink out of a cocktail glass when you can drink out of a trophy? That's the question posed by Avenue A newcomer Drexler's, a cocktail bar that's serving one of its signature drinks out of a skull-sized glass shaped like a trophy. "This cocktail is only for winners!" the drink challenges. Because nothing says "winning" like waking up on your bathroom floor using the shower curtain as a slanket. [ more › ]
Governor Andrew Cuomo has tamed muscle cars and bigotry, mastered rapids and minimum wage, and made the mayor of New York City his bitch. Yet one harrowing task has eluded him since he became the most powerful man in the state: Governor Cuomo has never ridden an MTA bus. [ more › ]
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i can't believe it's taken this long for someone to try and redevelop that space
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What you see above is a birds-eye view of the alley behind Prosperity Dumpling, the wildly popular Chinatown dollar-dumpling joint that we profiled on Gothamist just this May. Here's the full view, in all its squalid glory. How many rats can you count? [ more › ]
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A free ball pit for adults opens in SoHo today, but don't expect to be able to stroll in off the street while your parents pick you up a couple of Happy Meals. There are only a handful of slots left at JumpIn, creative agency Pearlfisher's much-anticipated 81,000-ball play pen, because grown-ups like to swim in seas of circular plastic even more than children do. You know JD is an adult now, and he regrets squandering his one shot at fun. [ more › ]
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Me: Classically beautiful near-runway model with the grace of a dancer and the laugh of a fairy, who inadvertently left her iPhone in the backseat of an Uber while in a sushi-hurry.
You: Untraditionally handsome, bespectacled, sharp-nosed man's man who found my iPhone in the back of your Uber 2 minutes later on your way home. Your name is Kevin.
Me: A desperately hopeful optimist, confused at why you would answer my misplaced iPhone and give me your address as we made arrangements for me to pick it up in 5 minutes only for you to not answer your door and abruptly stop answering my calls and texts. It was only 9pm, after all. (Checked Find My iPhone--you were an honest soul who was where you said you were. Maybe you just abruptly fell asleep?)
You: (Are you high right now, Kevin? Because that could explain a lot. No judging here. I hope you enjoyed your night and that you didn't leave any valuable personal belongings in my/your Uber.)
Me: Up half the night worrying that I was missing calls regarding both of my grandmothers in the hospital and my children spending the weekend with their dad 700 miles away. Also, I have another 2 years left to pay off that iPhone so please please please answer your phone in the morning.
You: Smoother than Don Draper, you invite me to your flat for the iPhone exchange. You seem concerned about my grandmas and recognize what a unique position you're in to come to my aid. Like a venture capitalist in the final hour, you swoop in and restore my confidence that I can still FaceTime with my parents and my children and in the nick of time. You're my hero today, Kevin! KE-VIN! KE-VIN! KE-VIN!
Me: So grateful from the bottom of my heart that you noticed my iPhone in the backseat of my/your Uber and rescue it from the clutches of the frankly quite non-intimidating and lovely driver whose phone number and license plate I already knew, but that's cool because you live barely two miles away and it only cost me $25 per Uber trip (surge pricing) I made to get to your flat (remember last night? No, no Kevin you do not because if you hadn't passed out you would have answered your door when I knocked, 5 minutes after we spoke on the phone. That was one $25 Uber trip. This is the second $25 Uber trip.).
You: Your dark hair disheveled, your wrinkled undershirt, and nearly threadbare pink boxer shorts are both endearing and a confirmation that you were sooooooo high last night. Good on ya, Kevin. Virtual fist bumps and stuff. But mostly I can't wait to see if my kids texted me with last night's bedtime "good night" or a "hello" this morning. It's totally cool that you didn't plug my phone in so that I would have a full battery all day (that's asking a lot, even from me) for the charity 5K walk and goat festival (#goatchella) I told you I'd be at all day. I am just incredibly relieved to have my iPhone back in my hands that I could almost kiss you, Kevin! Mwah!
Me: After trying to mobile-power charge my iPhone for the two hours after you so blessedly handed it back to me, I'm realizing there may be a problem. Actually, two problems. 1) Grandma had a stroke (I found out the next day, because. . .) 2) My iPhone doesn't seem to be working. At all, whatsoever. Actually, three problems. 3) The inside of my iPhone case is full of water. This is unexpected, given that SF has had no measurable rain in 1xx days and my tears were only flowing into my cleavage, not onto my iPhone which was not on my person anyway.
You: "I have no idea what's wrong with your phone. It was in my pocket the whole night. My iPhone is just fine. Are you sure it wasn't full of water when you left it in the Uber?"
Oh, Kevin. Kevin in Hayes Valley who gave me your real phone number and address which I still have, I think we can guess what happened here.
Why didn't you answer your door that first time, back on Friday night? We could have been soulmates for all you know--I've helped others get their iPhones back too. I feel like I get you. You're a good person. A good man. (You could use some new boxer shorts which don't scream "I'm ready to meet my Tinder match" though.)
Did all the alerts from BART's Twitter account ("10 min delay at DALY due to equip prob") disrupt your evening? Or did my 7 year old's "good night mom!" texts harsh your mellow?
What exactly was the trigger which caused you or someone within arm's reach of a stranger's purple-encased iPhone to dunk it in a bucket of water? Believe it or not I like to think you dropped it into a toilet bowl full of your piss, because if you're going to purposely fuck someone over at least make sure their clueless hands smell like ammonia.
My working theory is that you used my iPhone to take dick pics until you realized my phone is locked and you couldn't delete them. Sadly, I am probably the most compassionate and understanding person ever and if you would have explained a little, I could have entered my passcode then and there and stood there while you deleted your dozens of bad decisions. Believe me man, I've made bad decision too. I'd pay it forward if given the chance.
If only.
Do you even realize that I had a "period tracker" app on there and now have no idea when to expect my period? Maybe I'm just PMS'ing. Does it sound like I'm PMS'ing? All the women I know think that it's very helpful for a man to suggest that she may be PMS'ing. With baited breath I wait for your assessment. (Now? What about now? Maybe now? Probably now. Fingers crossed!)
On a more serious note, I still had some photos of my kid's Make A Wish experience on that phone. That I hadn't them backed up yet is my fault. That they are forever lost? I blame that on both of us. So really Kevin, thank you for teaching me a valuable lesson in data storage and douchebaggery. Suddenly your shabby-chic boxer shorts and concerned nodding as you handed me my lost iPhone aren't as endearing.
I can't know for sure exactly what you did to my iPhone, but I know that it was perfectly dry and in great condition when I hustled all my bags and myself out of my/your Uber, and then it was immediately in your possession.
My phone and everything on it is ruined and gone. To replace it cost me $400 that I don't have. I'll spend the duration of my wireless contract paying off that part of my credit card bill.
The good news is that now a week later, my grandma who had a stroke is being discharged to a rehab facility and my other grandma is stable after her double mastectomy. No, I'm not making this up. This is the kind of real life stuff that happens after we move beyond the whole "turn 23 and spend the next ten years getting drunk and high and moving from tech job to tech job before we finally do call Mom and she reality checks us with what we've been missing while we've been out making the world a worse place."
The bad news is that you're a mother fucking douchebag, Kevin. I figure you already know that, but fuck you anyway. You're a punchline in my life and your integrity and character are as rounded as a bag of dog shit. Good luck in all your douchebag endeavors--there's nowhere to go now but up.
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To spice up the dog days of summer, Eater asked some of New York's best food writers to anonymously share their gripes and frustrations about the restaurant scene these days. What follows is a list of complaints, with no names or affiliations attached.
Let the grieving begin:
1) It could just be that I'm on the claustrophobic side, but have restaurants started jamming even MORE tables in? Especially along the walls? It feels like every time I go out to eat these days, my server has to pull the table out, let me in and shove it back in place like I'm being bolted into a roller coaster car. Plus, the proximity of tables ensures that someone is going to be eye-level with their neighbor's crotch/hindquarters at some point in the meal. Perhaps some people like an amuse butt. I am not one of them.
2) I am sick of food writers using gendered terms to describe food or cooking. Food isn't "masculine" nor is it "slutty." Find words that actually describe what things taste like!
3) I'm frequently annoyed by the fact that food writers go to the same damn restaurants all the time, and frequently form the same opinions as their cronies. This city has literally thousands of dining establishments both new and old to explore. It would be great to see more diversity in terms of what everyone's covering.
4) SHUT UP TORRISI BOYS SHUT UP TORRISI BOYS SHUT UP TORRISI BOYS SHUT UP TORRISI BOYS SHUT UP TORRISI BOYS SHUT UP TORRISI BOYS AND GO AWAY FOR A WHILE MAYBE TO LAS VEGAS OK THANKS.
5) Super that you've divided your menu in some incomprehensible way where the first eighth is single bites, second quadrant is $65+ dishes for two, one fifth are "accompaniments" and the vast majority is "small plates meant to be shared." What if I kinda hate the tastes of half my party and don't want to have to divide the dishes I DO want down to the atomic level? What if my partner really just likes eating the app and entree he ordered? What if I know that my friend's boyfriend is going to be a total pig and I'll be left scrounging for scraps when the trotter terrine finally makes it over to me? Level with us: Did the dishwasher drop all the big plates and you just didn't feel like reordering?
6) Any restaurant with a wine list of $50+ bottles that doesn’t accept credit cards. Yes, I’m fully aware that Visa and AmEx charge you card fees, but you’re upselling me wine at a 300% markup.
7) It kills me that Santina has no menu descriptions. Look around at the other tables and you'll see a bunch of customers who don't want to hear their server recite what every single damn thing is.
8) It's 2015. There's no excuse for an upscale restaurant to not have good and varied non-alcoholic beverage options. Do not forsake me to sparkling water and Diet Coke just because I'm laying off alcohol.
9) Los Angeles dining is great. San Francisco dining is great. Chicago dining is great. Charleston dining is great. New Orleans dining is great. New York dining is still better. Sorry not sorry.
10) Why do restaurants still give their news to Florence Fabricant? I feel bad for chefs who do this on the advice of publicists, only to find their item buried as the fourth paragraph in an article nobody will read all the way through.
11) If you accept reservations really do it. That means not just offering reservations before 6 and after 9:30.
12) Let's talk about Uma Temakeria. Not about the fact that it's not that great — it's not but if I lived nearby, sure I'd go for lunch. Let's talk about the fact that real live food writers are calling them sushi burritos, just because the restaurant is. It's an over-stuffed hand-roll. Hand-rolls are actually a real-life thing that existed before a white fine dining chef turned them into a fast-casual gimmick. It's not a burrito. The end.
13) The neo health food restaurants are obnoxious. Have we lost our soul NYC? Have we lost our edge? The food at these places might be good but the hippy dippy Laurel Canyon meets Chloe Sevigny fantasy these places peddle is ripe for parody.
14) Single-stall bathrooms that still have male/female signs on them. Is there a point? Related, bathrooms that have the sink inside the single-stall, thus doubling the amount of time it takes people to finish using it before the next person in line can go.
15) The consistent rise in price for an aperol spritz.
16) The anti-brunch rhetoric and the anti-anti-brunch rhetoric. Can we just stop arguing about the meal and eat some effing eggs? Or not. I don’t care. Just stop talking about it.
17) Sushi of Gari is not that good. There are so many other sushi destinations more worthy of that Michelin star.
18) The service at Marta. Love a Danny Meyer restaurant and while the food is pretty good, the service is pretty atrocious. Often the servers are aloof or look like they are bored, or more than once have talked about who they slept with the night before in ear shot of my table.
19) Why are we still into acai?
20) Can we be done with tipping yet?
21) When is NYC gonna have good Indian food?
22) Enough with chefs Instagram-ing album covers. We get it. You're totally one of the cool kids now.
23) Joe Dobias needs to get off of Twitter.
24) Places that automatically make their vegetarian options (especially veggie burgers) vegan. There's a reason that vegetarians aren't vegan and that's because they like cheese, eggs, and mayo not made from cashews.
25) Super tiny water glasses. What's the point? I don't want to refill my glass 87 times in one meal.
26) I don't like how there is a cat cafe but no dog cafe; because everyone knows that cats are sinister and up to no good and mostly hate people (and that's not even the feral ones), and that dogs are our friends and mostly want to please us and enjoy the good times together.
Why drink out of a cocktail glass when you can drink out of a trophy? That's the question posed by Avenue A newcomer Drexler's, a cocktail bar that's serving one of its signature drinks out of a skull-sized glass shaped like a trophy. "This cocktail is only for winners!" the drink challenges. Because nothing says "winning" like waking up on your bathroom floor using the shower curtain as a slanket. [ more › ]
Governor Andrew Cuomo has tamed muscle cars and bigotry, mastered rapids and minimum wage, and made the mayor of New York City his bitch. Yet one harrowing task has eluded him since he became the most powerful man in the state: Governor Cuomo has never ridden an MTA bus. [ more › ]
What you see above is a birds-eye view of the alley behind Prosperity Dumpling, the wildly popular Chinatown dollar-dumpling joint that we profiled on Gothamist just this May. Here's the full view, in all its squalid glory. How many rats can you count? [ more › ]
The city is reportedly one step closer to turning Little Italy's Elizabeth Street Gardena private community garden dotted with statues between Spring and Prince Streets that hosts tai-chi, baby yoga, and movie nightsinto affordable housing for seniors. [ more › ]
Donald Trump is a racist, sexist hypocrite who doesn't understand the economy (or basic math) and probably doesn't have anything resembling an inner life—but the man sure can put on a good show! Good enough that thousands of people who get off on the xenophobic, hate-filled subtext of his blathering will pack half a stadium to watch his combover blow in the wind. Which leaves one question for the sane among us: why is a television punchline appealing to people now? [ more › ]
AP prepares us for Christmas, young boy injured in fire, people sent seeds to John Oliver, tomato soup stuffed grilled cheese balls, blurry iPhone 6 Plus and more midday links. Don't forget to follow Gothamist on Twitter and Instagram, and like us on Facebook. [ more › ]
A free ball pit for adults opens in SoHo today, but don't expect to be able to stroll in off the street while your parents pick you up a couple of Happy Meals. There are only a handful of slots left at JumpIn, creative agency Pearlfisher's much-anticipated 81,000-ball play pen, because grown-ups like to swim in seas of circular plastic even more than children do. You know JD is an adult now, and he regrets squandering his one shot at fun. [ more › ]
Citi Bike expanded this week to several more neighborhoods in north Brooklyn. Wooooo! Wooowooooo! [ more › ]
Woman creates Simpsons kitchen, Smithsonian saves Armstrong's suit, George Zimmerman still horrible, firefighters accused to test cheating and more day's end links. Don't forget to follow Gothamist on Twitter and Instagram, and like us on Facebook. [ more › ]
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