On Monday John Barclay, proprietor of Bushwick mainstay Bossa Nova Civic Club, announced on Facebook that he was no longer involved with Juno, the upscale-diner “date spot” that he opened up with the help of the same investors from his nightclub venture back in December. “It had become clear that the spot wouldn’t survive without the funding that I can’t provide,” he wrote, wishing the place well.
Bars + Restaurants
Out this month, “Meet the Regulars: People of Brooklyn and the Places They Love” is Joshua D. Fischer’s debut book, and the first to come from Bedford + Bowery. Here’s a new installment of the series.
For more than eight years, Emi Kariya has lived in Bushwick. Nowadays, she finds the neighborhood to be “hip to the max.” Says the 42-year-old drummer and designer, “I don’t have to go to Williamsburg anymore. I used to bike all the way there for every show, every hang. Friends would only hang in Williamsburg. They wouldn’t come here. Now they all travel here. And it’s great.” Now they travel here to spots like The Narrows, the cocktail bar where Emi is a regular.
Williamsburg already has its share of oddities: soaps that look like cupcakes, budding taxidermy museums, and, of course, Pat Kiernan. But one thing it doesn’t have is cheesecake in a cone. That’s about to change. Signage indicates T-Swirl Crêpe is planting its flag on North 7th, right down the block from the Starbucks and Dunkin’ Donuts, and right across the street from 16 Handles.
The idea of a Tim Burton theme bar opening in the East Village is so weird on so many levels that I started to drive myself bonkers unpacking the implications of this so-called Beetle House. Would this be an ironic ode to Tumblr culture and fan fiction? A comment on how themed consumer culture has reached bizarre peaks? As it turns out, Beetle House is actually just a completely earnest theme bar and restaurant dedicated to the beloved, oh-so-spooky-creepy films of Tim Burton. Which hasn’t stopped it from getting smacked with a cease-and-desist from the director’s minders.
“I was like, ‘Why don’t we open a bar?'” co-owner Zach Neil recalls telling Brian Link, his business partner and BFF who was suffering from “massive depression” last year. “Bars are fun, it’s like having a birthday party every night. People come in, they hang out, you drink, hang out, everything’s good.”
As if the Ramones exhibit wasn’t enough, here’s another reason to have “Rock, Rock, Rockaway Beach” stuck in your head: the folks at the Riis Park Beach Bazaar have announced their lineup of food vendors, and it’s got us slathering sunblock on our wind-chapped faces.
It comes a little too late for the Tribeca Film Festival, but if you’re planning to head down to Battery Park City to peep those giant bunny rabbits, you might want to know that, today, celeb chef Jose Garces opens an outpost of his popular Philadelphia tapas bar, Amada, at Brookfield Place.
For several summers now, Rockaway Brewing Co. has been a fixture at the beach. Now the budding brewery is fixing to build a beach of its own, with a sandy oasis set to open near the Ridgewood/Bushwick border. Tentatively called Playa NYC, it’s one of three major projects in the works, the other two of which will be right on the brand’s namesake peninsula.
In Japan, a tiny studio apartment is often known as a “rabbit hutch”–usually a cramped little space for young people to get a foothold in the big city. So when Chef Yoshiko Sakuma found a little nook for her first restaurant on a quiet stretch of Forsyth Street, the name stuck. Rabbit House, her 14-seat wine-and-sake bar, is a refuge and lab for her whimsical culinary experiments, drawing inspiration from around the world to create unexpected European tapas dishes dusted with Japanese moxie.
The windows of 7 Clinton Street have recently boasted racy red signs: “Beer is sexy,” and “Beer. Your way,” they say. Another week, another craft beer spot, you may yawn. But Paloma Rocket, in soft-opening mode, is guaranteed to make beer enthusiasts perk up with a free-for-all of 30 constantly-changing niche drafts. The best part: No bartender is getting between you and these sweet brews.
Clinton Street’s forever in-motion restaurant row is going through another rebirth. Within the last few months it has added Speedy Romeo slinging St. Louis style pizzas, Galeria with Brazilian healthy-ish food, Boba Guys upping the bubble tea game, and next week, a new burger joint to rest our weary tastebuds.
A few years back, if you were cool enough to have Ben Sargent’s digits in your phone, then chances are you were among the enviable few who could call to get handmade lobster rolls crafted by the chef/handyman extraordinaire, and delivered to your doorstep by his gangster alter ego, Dr. Klaw. The shellfish sammies, prepared inside Sargent’s Greenpoint basement apartment, were held in such high esteem that he garnered not just a cult following, but a media frenzy, and subsequently a Health Department party poop.