We wondered the Upper East Side in search of sangria and somehow got delivered to this place right under the 59th street bridge in the back of the official restaurant van. I guess their need for customers and their convoluted ways of attracting business should’ve been a hint. Read more…
The day that started on the lawn of Central Park with a bottle of cheap white wine was quickly turning into an immoral adventure. First of all, why would anyone go to Coyote Ugly? I wondered myself at my own preposterous idea of entertainment, and Catie wondered as well as she pushed the door open. In fact we were there to celebrate Catie’s entry into the world of wifery, and we weren’t the only ones. Read more…
To my incredible shame, after four years in New York, I had not been to MOMA until this past Saturday. Previously, I have compensated for this with frequenting the MOMA design store. Anyone who says that shopping is incomparable to art is wrong. The range of emotions that you experience partaking in the latter is, of course, far superior. But what about the lull of possession? The desire to consume? The anxious tremor of the machine as it prints a receipt with an imprint of yet another useless possession? Or useful? Who says that shoes are less valuable than feelings? Not if they are on sale! Thanks to the pair I was wearing, the impaired escalator to the sixth special exhibits floor was a breeze. Read more…
Also deemed the “best place to cleavage-watch.” Wright certainly couldn’t hope for his prominent spiral balconies to be used for such an activity and, in the company of five men, what else could I do but partake?
Aside from “boobwatch” initiated by the ever-ready Fischka, there were other things to look at. For example the David Smith sculpture exhibit, which reminded me of my one time boyfriend who made decorative trinkets out of cutlery. Read more…
Apparently Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg used to frequent this place in the midst of the beat hay day. And though I will admit to, at one point, being an “On the Road” fan, Cedar’s attraction is far from literary. Giant pitchers of beer and greasy food make the place a total winner in my book. Read more…
Captured in the shot is my co-worker Celina – an ex-Californian who, with a friend, patrolled the doors of the store since 7am. Around 9am, the effort earned her a privilege of being the first customer in the new TJ’s. What is questionable is whether her wait to get the precious groceries was the longest one that day. Because I have one word for the new Trader Joe’s – zoolicious!
UPDATE 3/20: TJ’s was all out of mangoes, but I did make my first purchase of um… bread, non-farmed canned salmon, corn soup, dried cranberries, dried bananas, black lentils, white tea, nondescript cereal, and Vitamin water. Also, by the registers, I fell for the impulse buying trap and grabbed a fancy looking dark chocolate bar for Don and some fruit snacks. All for around $20 – not bad! Shocking, though, was the new strategy implemented by TJ’s. Read more…
Yes, the middle-aged ladies, wearing garments that quite possibly have been borrowed off the set of Scheherazade, are indeed there to “hook up.” The band is really playing live music on two balalaikas, and the vodka is truly infused on premises. Why? Because Russians don’t mess around!
Sometimes, hanging around Broadway and Houston, I get a feeling that no reason has ever existed for replacing an old taxicab wash-stop with an Adidas store. For drowning sorrows of New York’s fledging landmarks, there is and attraction, of sorts, just east of Lafayette on Houston. Read more…