Archive for September, 2007

Have Sex Here

September 26, 2007

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When an investor in Pete Wentz and Co.’s East Village bar Angels & Kings told Page Six that the establishment was somewhere you could go to have sex in the bathroom, we didn’t believe him. After all, if you want people to have sex in the bathroom, you don’t tell them to have sex in the bathroom—you just let them have sex in the friggin’ bathroom. To see bathroom sex done right, just a couple blocks away from A&K is a place doling out free jimmy hats as a little winkwinknudgenudge, which is really all you need. And what den of sin is this? A coffee shop! Wow. I’ll never look at those canisters of creamer the same way again.

Williamsburg Gets its Max

September 20, 2007

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[Photo via Flickr/subinev]

There’s something really jarring about walking into the new Music Hall of Williamsburg for the first time. Well, there’s two things. First there’s the disorienting sensation of stepping foot in the bizarro Bowery Ballroom, where everything is not quite the same, not quite different as the undisputed LES legend. Once that subsides, and you climb some stairs to a bar, then climb some more stairs to a bar, then climb some more stairs to a bar, a new weirdness takes over: How in the hell is this the same building as the shitty old Northsix? Where they just pissing away wasted square-footage?

The initial shock creates a level of skepticism in regards to the Music Hall. Is this really what Williamsburg needs, a spiffy new not-quite-Bowery? Yes. Yes it is. For lack of a better description, the MHoW is so fucking Williamsburg. If you’ve ever been to a free summer show at McCarren Pool, you know what I’m talking about. Brooklyn hipsters go all out for those shows, like it’s the senior prom and they have one night left to show everyone what they’re all about. Now, if last night is any indication, that whole culture of ridiculous hipster one-upsmanship now has a home for all seasons. It was all there: the shortest shorts imaginable paired with those ankle boots, the make-up done up to look like you have spider webs and shit on your face, the jeans that leave nothing to the imagination. A total fashion show of the absurd. It may have just been the vibe for that particular show, but I don’t know what about the Black Lips specifically would make girls want to put on facepaint and glitter.

The whole place had the vibe of a neighborhood hang, like everyone knew each other and got along, and nobody was afraid to act or look stupid. The dancefloor was the anti-Bowery. People jumped up and down and stage dived and pushed each other in that innocent, sixth-grader’s-idea-of-moshing way. Empty cups were thrown. The crowd in the wings stood on chairs.There were almost no digital camera LCDs illuminating the club from the front of the stage (and in fact, as of now, only three people have put pictures of the show up on Flickr, nearly unheard of in the post-Brooklyn Vegan age). And to top it all off, one dude pulled an Eddie Vedder and dangled/swung from the balcony before dropping below. Again, this may have just been the Black Lips effect, because they are the first indie rock band to feel like a slightly-dangerous group of unstable fuck-ups since, uh, Death Cab For Cutie, but I’m hoping this is what the Music Hall of Williamsburg will always be like: a less stuffy, raucous rock venue where Pratt students provide almost as much entertainment as the bands.

And a big round of applause for the Black Lips’ Cole Alexander, who at least tried to make the venue feel more broken-in by puking on the stage mid-song. With efforts like that, it’ll lose that new club smell in no time.

LOLfrank

September 18, 2007

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My dog’s blog is updated more frequently than mine. Not sure what to make of that.

Isiah Thomas Doesn’t Care About White People

September 12, 2007

Against my better judgment, this summer I decided to partner up with a friend and become a New York Knicks season ticket holder. I hate the Knicks, but I love the NBA and there was a big sale on the cheap seats, so I went for it. I knew karma would try to strike back at me for buying tickets to one of the chief rivals of my favorite team, and karma is certainly trying. Although to date, it’s been more amusing than hurtful. From the NYDN’s story about Day 1 of Knicks coach Isiah Thomas’ sexual harrassment trial:

She also said Thomas rebuffed her March 2004 request that he sign renewal-request letters sent out to past season ticket holders with a pointed shot at loyal Knick fans.

Bitch, I don’t give a f–k about these white people,” Browne Sanders said Thomas told her.

But Isiah, what about Spike Lee? Guess he gets comp’d.

Reactions to BKvsMNHTTN

September 10, 2007

I was hoping my first Post story would generate some amusing feedback/backlash in the Blogosphere, because writing about hipsters with no reaction would be like a tree falling in the woods blah blah blah. Luckily, some links have trickled in. Among them:

· “I think Todd P has a point, however the article is in the NY Post so the article itself automatically loses any sense of credibility. For all we know half the quotes in the article are probably out of context.”BV comments thread

· “Someone please explain to me what the style is in looking (and smelling) like a homeless person. And here I thought the bedbug epidemic was coming from twenty Poles or Mexicans living in one apartment.”Greenpointers

· “But can you tell the difference between an LES-based scenester, and one who gets off the train at Lorimer? The Post says, ‘Manhattan hipsters are definitely more into fashion, or at least labels.’ Whatever.”Fashionista

· “Still, some said news: Arak reports that ‘this rivalry is unlikely to erupt in violence.’ WHY NOT? GO CUT EACH OTHER, BITCHES! NOW!”Gawker

· “Brooklyn Hipsters: 1, Manhattan Hipsters: 0″—Gothamist

A Vegetarian’s Take: Royale

September 9, 2007

This is the second edition of JA.com’s most beloved feature: A Vegetarian’s Take. For background and the first edition—a look at the Flatiron BBQ restaurant Hill Country—click here or forever hold your peace.

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Story: Located deep in Alphaville on Avenue C, Royale was a hit right off the bat, as the Times called their burger the best in the East Village—on par with city-wide heavyweights like Corner Bistro. A very unlikely success story, considering the seeming lack of credentials: 1) Royale is more of a bar than a restaurant, albeit a bar with a very nice back garden. The food is served in baskets and the silverware is plastic. The music is loud and mostly shitty. 2) Royale is owned by the people behind another Avenue C hot-spot, Cafecito, which is Cuban, not burgerific. Cafecito is pretty gosh-darned good though, even if I’m currently in a love-hate thing with them.

Selection & Satisfaction: The first time I went to Royale, I didn’t know if they would have anything veg. I expected to just grab a beer and snack on some fries, and I was v. v. surprised to find both a veggie burger ($7) and a grilled cheese ($5) on the small menu. I figured the veggie burger would just be a grocery-store bought frozen job, but I ordered it anyway. Good lord, was I wrong. I’m not sure if Royale has their own in-house recipe or if they get their veggie burgers via a distributor a la Tiny’s, but this mf’er is good. It’s the traditional veggie burger make-up, with greens and grains mashed together in a patty. Combine a buttery brioche roll, pickles from the Lower East Side’s pickle district, and a “secret sauce” that most likely involved mayo and horseradish, and boom, Bob’s your uncle. I have never sampled the grilled cheese, because I just want that damn veggie burger. In the cam-phone shot above, you can see that one side of the burger from this past Saturday’s trip was a little undercooked. Friends, it did not matter. I would pencil this in as my #3 NYC veggie burger, behind Houston’s and Westville, and ahead of Tiny’s Big Mack Daddy and Curly’s chili-cheeseburger. Fries and onion rings ($3) are the sides options.

Scorn: Of course, there’s some inherent shame in ordering a veggie burger or grilled cheese at a burger palace like Royale, but there’s only eight dishes on the menu total, so a quarter of the selections are veg. They can’t fault you for ordering a veggie option when 1/4th of the menu is veggie, right? RIGHT?! I carefully studied the waitress’ reaction when two-third of our party ordered veggie burgers, and she didn’t crack. Was there fire and brimstone behind those eyes? I can’t really say, but I detected a slight hint.

Squirm: It’s a burger, not meat off the bone, so it’s not really that hard to deal with. Especially when the most popular burger, the Royale with cheese, has a big melted slice of American draped over it. Even though there will be meat juice dripping off your parties/ fingers, you’d have to be pretty squeamish to be freaked out by Royale, although I say that, then I see this (scroll down a bit), and it gets a little too rawdog for me, ya dig?

Summary:

  • Selection & Satisfaction rating: 8.2
  • Lack of Scorn rating: 7.0
  • Squirm Factor rating: 3.7

  • Shill: Misshapes is the New Gettysburg

    September 9, 2007

    I have a story published in today’s Post, fulfilling a dream I’ve had since I first moved to New York City. Well, my dream has always been to write Post headlines, and they actually used the one I came up with, so therein lies the thrill. The story is about inter-borough hipster warfare, naturally.

    Here it is: A River Runs Through Them.

    Heaven’s Needs: Luciano Pavarotti

    September 6, 2007

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    CNN gets into the act, prompting one reader to cry on her way to work.

    Heaven’s Needs: John T. Scott, Michael Jackson

    September 4, 2007
  • John T. Scott, 67: I guess heaven needed a New Orleans sculptor whose vibrantly colored kinetic art filtered the spirit of the African diaspora through a modernist lens.
  • Michael Jackson, 65: I guess heaven needed a famous beer critic who helped popularize the pairing of beers with food and inadvertantly birthed the American microbre—wait, are they sure they got the right one?

    More Heaven’s Needs.