Now that Fire Island is the subject of a TV series that’s been described, albeit lovingly, as “guilty-pleasure reality filth,” you have to wonder whether Fire Island will do for the quiet little islands what Jersey Shore did for Seaside Heights. Which is to say, bring a wave of unwanted attention. Will one still find enchantment in the Sunken Forest? Will we still experience boardwalk bliss amidst the chic Horace Gifford homes of The Pines? What about Cherry Grove’s famous tea dances? Will all the cute little deer gnawing on bamboo be scared off by double-decker tour buses? Probably not, since cars aren’t allowed on the Island– but who knows, we might be seeing double-decker Radio Flyers.
A photo of a peacock on the subway created a social media frenzy on Friday. People crowed not just about the peacock, but also the fellow passengers who seemed unfazed by the feathery giant. Only in New York City, New York City exclaimed.
We wondered whether the mystery bird was the one and only Dexter the Peacock, so we reached out to his owner, Ventiko. Turns out the subway peacock didn’t belong to the Bushwick-based conceptual photo and performance artist, but Ventiko had a theory: “By the way the human is holding a small stick with the bird perched on it, it must be stuffed.”
Ice cream sandwiches are officially a trend in the East Village. Just days after Gelarto’s opening, Stuffed Ice Cream is serving up what they call “cruffs”— a word combining ice “cream” and “stuffed.” The specialty here? Glazed donuts that are made in-house, stuffed with homemade ice cream, heated up before serving so that the donut is warm while the ice cream remains cold, and encrusted with the topping of your choice.
Despite the rash of horrific headlines about bicycle and pedestrian fatalities in New York, including the deaths of cyclist Neftaly Ramirez and skateboarder Alejandro Tello just two weekends ago, the results of a new city-wide study released today claim the streets are actually getting safer.
Blerd City Con, the comic conference for black nerdom, came to four venues across Dumbo this weekend. Sci-fi and fantasy short films were showcased at Automatic Studios to an intimate crowd of conference attendees, directors and producers. One film featured Sterling K. Brown running from an alien invasion and another featuring Frankie Faison as a zombie about to eat his granddaughter, which has been included in “The Black Horror Revolution.” Down the street there were cosplay and martial arts panels as well as an especially emotional panel on being a black woman in the comic industry.
Many townhouses on this block in Bedford-Stuyvesant look nearly identical—the same stairs lead up to clean, white stone facades and glass doors with black frames—so much so that, walking past, I wonder if the same contractor has recently remodeled them. But the house I’m heading for stands out. Past the rusting gate, there are mismatching chairs—including a repurposed and faded bike taxi seat—encircling a makeshift coffee table, and the slightly battered front door is secured with a keypad deadbolt.
The differences become even more apparent once inside. The hallway is narrow, with at least six bicycles leaning or hanging on the walls, along with containers overflowing with helmets and other gear. “These are the bikes we actually use,” Amy, one of the residents, tells me. In the backyard and basement, there are parts for more than 25 more. But this isn’t a bike shop: it’s Noyes, a housing collective where eight unrelated people live together in a means that differs radically from that of most others living in New York.
It’s officially ice cream sandwich season, meaning everything from the donut ice cream sandwich at Peter Pan to the babka ice cream sandwich at Russ & Daughters. And now there’s a new one in the mix: Turin-born Italian gelato brand Gelarto has opened a shop on the corner of Avenue A and East 9th, and they’re serving up ice cream sandwiches made with brioche buns.
New Yorkers today learned some shocking news: beloved Cajun/Creole restaurant Great Jones Cafe will close tonight and may or may not reopen. Tipsters told EV Grieve that tonight would be the last night, but there’s reason to hope rumors of the 34-year-old Basquiat hangout’s death are greatly exaggerated. This evening, an employee at the Jones told Bedford + Bowery that it’s closing for a week; after that it will reopen — or not. More likely not, she said.
Messages left for owner James Moffett have not yet been returned. In April, the restaurant’s longtime GM, Bill Judkins, told EV Grieve that he was forced out when he couldn’t see eye to eye with his two partners, who “feel that the Jones needs to be changed into something more contemporary to appeal to the ‘new’ neighborhood.” The restaurant’s famous jukebox had been turned off, Judkins told Grieve.
In January of 2015, Judkins told Eater that the restaurant’s landlord was “a nice, old school guy,” and that there were still “a few years” left on the lease. Eater wrote that Judkins “doesn’t see things changing anytime soon, although he does admit to some ‘concern’ about what will happen in the future.”
We’re hoping the Noho fixture rises Lazarus-like from the dead. (I mean, where else can you get a proper oyster po boy around here? Served up by Pavement bassist Mark Ibold, no less.) But many are operating on the assumption that the restaurant won’t be coming back. They filed onto social media to pay their respects:
I’ve run the numbers and I’ve had 3 significant, 5 moderately significant and 10 uneventful nights at Great Jones Cafe. RIP pie & catfish.
— Sloane Crosley (@askanyone) July 26, 2017
R.I.P. Great Jones Cafè – I remember being served drinks by Pavement bassist Mark Ibold back in the day: https://t.co/c1DQpHxnJl
— Patrick Keane (@phkeane) July 26, 2017
I went to Great Jones Cafe the first week I moved to NYC because somebody told me Mark Ibold from Pavement bartended there.
— Jason Diamond (@imjasondiamond) July 26, 2017
— michael arthur (@inklines) July 26, 2017
Just found out that Great Jones Cafe AND the Village French Roast are closing so why even bother going to NYC anymore
— nicole steinberg (@nicolebrett) July 26, 2017
French Roast, Great Jones Cafe, & Republic are all closing. Soon NYC restaurants will be like flying – you’re either in 1st class or coach
— Christopher Shinn (@chris_shinn) July 26, 2017
After several weeks of delays the long-awaited demolition of Greenpoint’s old Kosciuszko Bridge began yesterday, despite the intercession of a band of sword-waving and wolf-wielding marauders. (The “new” Kosciuszko Bridge has been in use since April.)
A while back we noted that bygone East Village record shop Other Music makes an appearance in Landline, Gillian Robespierre and Jenny Slate’s follow-up to Obvious Child. And then we noted that Greenpoint vinyl repository The Thing makes an appearance in Brooklyn filmmaker Dustin Guy Defa’s forthcoming film, Person to Person.