While we’re talking about tourists flocking to Bedford Avenue, we should probably note that the Williamsburg outpost of Joe’s Pizza has opened at 216 Bedford Avenue, on the corner of North 5th Street. The 40-year-old slice joint’s third location, which opened last week, boasts the same Baker’s Pride ovens and similar decor to the ones on East 14th Street and on Carmine Street, complete with photos of fans like Jonah Hill, Rosario Dawson, and Bill Murray. (May we add that we once saw Lou Reed emerging from the Greenwich Village original.)
Our only utterance of advice for this week: pack em in, kids. If you’re as unsettled about the end of summer as we are, consider taking some of that aggression out at any number of these shows (there’s enough punk to go around for all of yous) or, better yet, gaze at some of these truly gnarly noise-makers in awe of frustrations much deeper than your own. Best, best, best of all, though: see what happens after a legendary rapper denounces her medium but returns to the stage anyway for something altogether new. Cheers to spiteful finales.
With hotels, Airbnbs, and gifty boutiques popping up all over Williamsburg to serve an influx of out-of-towners, one has to wonder: how many people strolling Bedford Avenue at a given time are locals, and how many are tourists? To answer that question, we posted up outside of the Bedford station and polled over 300 passersby. Our findings: 1 in 3 people we spoke to were from outside of New York City (about half of those visitors were Europeans), while just 1 in 4 of them actually lived in Williamsburg. As one of Williamsburg’s many French tourists might say: “Mon dieu!”
One of the few fun things to come out of the subway last winter was that viral video in which a little girl inspired a dance-off at the Bedford Avenue stop. On a recent afternoon in Washington Square Park, we followed the sounds of a sandpaper-meets-velvet voice and “old time rock ‘n soul” until we happened upon the band behind the video, Coyote & Crow.
After suffering a beating at the hands of multiple attackers, the homeless man found unconscious in Bushwick’s Hope Ball Field on Monday morning is not expected to survive. [NY Post]
A man sustained several broken bones on July 31 after a group of assailants attacked him outside a Metropolitan Avenue strip club. [The Brooklyn Paper]
Friday in Greenpoint, a woman says she was robbed of $1,300 by three men who were helping her carry her belongings to a cab. [Brooklyn Paper]
Today Bikini Kill released a track from the forthcoming reissue of its demo album Revolution Girl Style Now. “Playground,” one of three songs left off the original demo, was recorded in early 1991 at the ABC House in Olympia, Washington, a day after one of the band’s first shows. The reissue, out Sept. 22, was mixed by Guy Picciotto of Fugazi. No, the band won’t be touring behind it (Bikini Kill broke up in 1997 and Kathleen Hanna went on to form Le Tigre and then The Julie Ruin) but plenty of other female-driven ’90s bands are back on the scene.
If you’ve ever wished there was a way to mix the quiet solitude of writing with the blood-thristy spectacle of an MMA throw-down, (and who hasn’t?) don’t miss the first ever Prose Bowl. The event’s Facebook page calls it “one part literature, one part blood sport, one part American Idol.” It pits a lineup of writers against one another for a competition as fierce as it can get for literary types, which with booze, the audience’s cheers dictating the winner, and the promise of more free booze for the victor–who knows?– could be a lot. Each competitor gets five minutes to read a 900 to 1,000 word piece of fiction.
Tuesday, August 18, at 6:30 p.m. Pete’s Candy Store, 709 Lorimer Street (Williamsburg).
Members of Community Board 3 tried to block The Cock from moving to the former Lit Lounge space at a meeting last night. But Allan Mannarelli, owner of the gay dive, is going forward with his plans despite outcry from neighbors.
“If they think I’m going to stand and get abused they have another thing coming,” Mannarelli had texted us before going before CB 3’s SLA committee.
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Whelp, that was fast. Less than half an hour after an e-mail went out this morning announcing that tables were available at Ruth Krishna’s Tandoori Steakhouse, David Chang’s pop-up with chef Akhtar Nawab was completely booked.
Ruth Krishna’s first made an appearance as one of “America’s Next Best Restaurants” in the “fantasy issue” of Chang’s Lucky Peach, which imagined it serving an “irreverent mash-up of northern Indian standbys and steakhouse favorites. (Think spice-rubbed twenty-one-day dry-aged ribeye cooked in a tandoor and creamed saag paneer.)” Now the fantasy is coming to life during a one-night-only dinner, on Sept. 17, in the former Spina space at 175 Avenue B. Among the menu items: Biryani Onion Rings and Aloo Bhaji Hashbrowns.
The $125-per-head fixed price might just seem worth it to those who recall Nawab’s Indian-infused Village restaurant Elettaria. But at this point you’d be better off waiting in line at Fuku. Then again, pop-ups do have a habit of becoming permanent fixtures around these parts.
If you aren’t among the many kasha cravers who’ve flocked to B&H Dairy since its reopening Friday, here’s a fun chance to do so: Andy Reynolds, a neighbor who’s been managing the crowd-funding campaign for the East Village diner, tells us there’ll be a welcome-back party — complete with cakes, coffee and challah — this Friday from 6 p.m. to 8 p.m.
This weekend a 32-year-old man crossing Grand Street in Williamsburg suffered life-threatening injuries when he was hit by a car. [News 12 Brooklyn]
A trio of pit bull attacks have been reported this month in the East Village. [EV Grieve]