Rahi, a word meaning “traveler,” is the name of an upscale Indian restaurant that opened two weeks ago in the West Village. Its menu adapts locally sourced produce to explore the lesser known flavors and dishes from the Indian subcontinent. B+B sat down with owner Roni Mazumdar and chef Chintan Pandya to understand how the restaurant drills deeper into the cuisine, instead of resorting to fusion. Plus, Chef Pandya serves up two popular dishes from the menu: Banana Leaf Chicken and Inked Crab.
When Mac DeMarco took the stage at Governors Ball yesterday afternoon, he told everyone he was psyched to be back in New York. In case you didn’t hear, the troubadour made the obligatory move to Los Angeles last year, ditching his Rockaway digs for a grown-up place in Silver Lake. But not to worry, he’ll be back soon. His label, Greenpoint’s own Captured Tracks, just announced that he’s playing Radio City Music Hall in September.
It’s prime street-art season, what with Bushwick Collective’s Block Party coming up. Tomorrow, Saturday, from 11am to 7pm, dozens of street artists will once again descend on the area around Troutman Street and St. Nicholas Avenue and spray away. The lineup of live music is truly insane this year, even after Busta Rhymes canceled. Still in the mix are Foxy Brown, Cam’ron, and Juelz Santana, among others.
Biking is having a moment. Citi Bike is expanding, Andy Samberg just released his Tour de Pharmacy trailer, and Bicycle Fetish Day is quickly approaching. Which makes it a great time for the Bicycle Film Festival to roll into town. The fest will bring a week of screenings, live performances, exhibitions, and even a new animation program to Anthology Film Archives.
Last night on the northern end of Union Square, passersby stopped and listened– some in rapt astonishment– to classical music, the kind they’d normally hear at Carnegie Hall. Except that these soulful sounds were coming from top performers playing in a popup theater that came out of back of an old U-Haul. The Music Haul is a tour bus operated by Yellow Barn, an international center for chamber music based in Putney, Vermont, that seeks to bring Beethoven, Bartok and Mozart to the masses.
Pickthorn Salon founders Chelsey Pickthorn and Jocelyn Simone at their new location. (Photo: Nick McManus)
Tonight, Bushwick’s Pickthorn Salon will host its fourth annual Color Me Bushwick concert at its new location at 92 St. Nicholas Avenue. The show started in conjunction with Bushwick Open Studios in 2014 and soon expanded into a three-day affair. Last year, when BOS moved its festivities to fall, Pickthorn founders Chelsea Pickthorn and Jocelyn Simone didn’t sweat the lack of partnership, since the concert had built a following of its own.
Nearly a year ago, we brought news that a 22-story tower was set to rise above the Dime Savings Bank in Williamsburg. Now architects Fogarty Finger have sent over renderings of The Dime, as the project is being called.
Deadheads young and old, but mostly old, gathered in Tompkins Square Park today to celebrate the 50th anniversary of The Grateful Dead’s first east coast show, which happened to be in the East Village.
Last month, when we told you that Al Franken would be in town to promote his new memoir, Giant of the Senate, our headline was: “Here’s Your Chance to Ask Al Franken If Everything’s Going to Be Okay.”
Jonathan Alter, the journalist who led yesterday’s conversion at Barnes & Noble Union Square, must’ve read that. The first thing he told Franken was, “The basic question I hear all over the place is simply: Are we going to be okay?”
Surely, Williamsburg’s Oslo Coffee Roasters isn’t the only cafe making fun of Trump today, now that he’s gone from his usual facepalm-worthy misspellings to outright inventing words Dr. Seuss-style. If you’ve seen other local establishments celebrating our president’s Joycean way with words, do let us know in the comments. We still haven’t fully woken up today, and we could use a little covfefe break.
Nine lives, indeed! The legendary Pussycat Lounge has quietly reopened after six years of uncertainty.
I haven’t yet read Meet Me in the Bathroom, the oral history of the aughts rock scene that got James Murphy and Nick Zinner reminiscing, but I’d be surprised if the Pussycat Lounge wasn’t mentioned. After all, it’s where Taavo Somer and Carlos Quirarte threw parties before they went on to open downtown hotspots Freemans and The Smile, respectively. At one point, the place was so cool that it appeared in a Times trend piece about the death of the trucker hat. And then, in 2011, the 41-year-old dive was suddenly closed by the city, after its building was deemed unsafe.