Don’t Get Me Started: Package Roulette
Since the Times Square cleanup, three-card monte has vanished but a new type of street ‘game of chance” has emerged. It’s moved from the sidewalks to the alcoves and doorways of New York City’s apartment buildings: It’s Package Roulette Will that Fresh Direct package be there when you get home? How about that Ikea order?. . .
Don’t Get Me Started: (Subway) Signs of the Time
The new subway etiquette signs don’t go far enough for veteran riders from the ’70s and ’80s, even though the standard of acceptable behavior back then was set at a very doable, “Please don’t rob or stab the passengers.” This may be confusing to newer arrivals who think the big omission in the list is,. . .
A Holiday Reality Check for NYNatives’ Houseguests
It’s hard for New York Natives to give houseguests coming to NYC for the holidays a reality check about staying in a NY apartment…but it’s as necessary as telling a teenager there’s no Santa Claus. Reality Check number one: For instance…all those NY apartments you see in movies and TV shows – those sunny, spacious. . .
My Velvet Underground Experience: NYC
From October 10 – December 30, 718 Broadway NYC is home to The Velvet Underground Experience; a series of unique experiences, concerts, special events, lectures, pop-up installations, fashion collaborations, art exhibitions, screenings, performances, and master-classes about the band and the cultural world they inhabited and helped create. A fascinating history, to be sure, but for my. . .
My brother Vinnie and I had good reasons to be comics fans. Our family was poor, our neighborhood was dangerous and our parents were crazy (and not the fun kind). We couldn’t run away; we already lived in NYC, the runaway destination of choice. (Anyplace else was a step down. Nobody runs away to Newark.). . .
Happy Thanksgiving Scoop du Jour
I’m writing this on the plane home to NYC from Madrid, where I joined a press trip with journalists and chefs from Belgium, Holland, Spain, and Japan. Last night—delirious from a week of nonstop days, not enough sleep, and long, windy bus rides—we shared a bottle of cava, a pillowy, oniony tortilla and a platter. . .
How To Be A Grown-Up Excerpt
The cab pulled up outside the high rise and, one ear-popping elevator ride to the edge of our atmosphere later, I was greeted at the penthouse by the same sight as always: some pristine backdrop of sumptuous serenity being crisscrossed by manic twenty-something’s wearing surgical booties over their shoes. These homes would never have so much—energy—in them again.
Thomas Wolfe Was Right
I spent my formative years on the Lower East Side. Even decades later, its hold on me is stronger than a rent-controlled apartment lease. Last summer, for instance, my brother Vinnie and I did a nostalgia tour; it was hot and I needed a pit stop. As we walked east on 7th street past Tompkins Square, an ancient synapse sparked to life and flashed “It’s only a few blocks, I can wait till we get home.”
Tia Keenan, New York’s Cheese Goddess and The Art of the Cheese Plate
“Trust me,” Tia Keenan said. We were sitting on crates on the construction site on West 52nd Street that would soon be Casellula Cheese & Wine Café. It smelled of wet paint and wood dust. “We’re going to do something really special.”
I trusted Tia, and she was right. I gratefully accepted my job offer. A few weeks later we opened Casellula.
There’s no Elaine’s without Elaine
The first time I met Elaine she scared the sh*t out of me, and I don’t scare easily. I’m a New Yorker, after all.
The culture at Elaine’s jumpstarted the Studio 54 mentality: Can you get a good table (or in Studio’s case, get in at all)? And if you do, can you please get a gander at who’s making these decisions?
Michael M. Thomas, who has written many a New York column, found Elaine refreshing. “I got a kick out of her. She was who she was. She learned the art of sucking up to people by insulting them. Elaine was the Toots Shor of the writing world.”
Toots was known as “the master of the needle jibe.” Take it from there.