Squish Marshmallow isn’t the first Hester Street Fair sweets vendor to open on St. Marks Place, between 1st and A (that would be Macaron Parlour, across the street). But it’s definitely the only one serving a marshmallow donut. Katherine Sprung, a voiceover artist turned marshmallow maven, recently soft-opened a brick-and-mortar shop that specializes in s’mores and marshmallows on a stick.
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Gender-fluid electropop artist Addison XIV is all about “obsessive love” in their bouncy, sugary new EP S.H.O.U.J.O., which premieres today. The four-track EP includes tracks appropriate both for the club and for crying in your room, and touches on being in love, being in love with love, being “treated like a girl,” and even a disdain for canines.
S.H.O.U.J.O. includes “WHeN i SeE yR FaCE,” a high-energy but sad track with a groovy bassline that appeared on The Culture Whore’s annual mixtape earlier this year. It’s not the only catchy song on the EP by any means; they all have their earworm qualities, from the repeated spelling in the title track to the memorable lyrics of opener “I Don’t Like Dogs.” The EP’s production recalls a variety of flavors, from ’80s R&B and ’90s pop to “happy hardcore” electronic music, video game theme songs, and J-pop.
The bad news: One of the East Village’s secret gems, the bocce court at The Standard, has gone into hibernation. The good news: The hotel’s garden has transformed into a winter wonderland complete with Christmas trees and mini yurts.
About an hour ago, Williamsburg bar and performance space Over the Eight announced on Facebook that it’ll be closing its doors at the end of next month.
“We’ve had a fantastic three and a half year, slinging cheap drinks and treasured times,” the venue wrote. “We’re honored to have hosted some incredible performers in our back room, and appreciate getting to know all of you a little better.”
First Leonard Cohen, now this.
David Mancuso, one of the most influential figures in New York City nightlife, has died less than a month after his 72nd birthday. The Loft, an underground club that Mancuso operated out of his home in Noho, then Soho, and finally in Alphabet City, was celebrated for its invite-only after-hours parties, fueled by a cutting-edge sound system and a spirit of racial, sexual, and social inclusiveness. The vibe influenced later clubs like the Garage and even Studio 54.
It’s out with the gin, in with the mescal.
Madam Geneva was one of those places that routinely made lists of the best bars in the city and heck, even the country. But if you’re a mixologist, sometimes you just gotta shake things up, har har. That’s exactly what Eben Freeman, a true master of the cocktail craft, has done. Madam Geneva, the gin-loving cocktail den attached to sister spot Saxon + Parole, has ghosted and has been replaced with a new spot, Ghost Donkey.
If you thought Donald Trump would only win if hell froze over, you’re probably putting on a North Face jacket right about now and thinking, “So much for eating outdoors ever again!” Okay, that was an awkward segway from election talk, but come on, we gotta focus on the positive. And here’s a welcome development: the folks who operated summertime barbecue spot Pig Beach in Gowanus are soldiering on through the winter with a new pop-up, Pig Beach Burger. They’ve moved into a 1,900-square-foot indoor space adjacent their sprawling patio and are now turning out some enticing sandwiches in addition to the cheeseburgers they were serving during finer weather.
The mood was shifting just as I made my way toward House of Yes around 10 pm last night. Commentators on NBC, CNN, and anywhere else were starting to look flustered– especially Wolf Blitzer (a guy who looks like he passed up coffee to stick his fingers into an electrical socket) whose discombobulated outbursts and spastic reportage were only adding to a slowly-building sense of panic. Many battlegroud states were still too close to call, but Trump and Hillary were now neck-and-neck. That menacing meter on the New York Times site, which measured the probability of a Trump victory, was jumping up from its position at “we’re cool” to “we’re so, so fucked.”
By now you may have heard that, hot on the heels of opening Westlight on the roof of Williamsburg’s shiny new William Vale hotel, Andrew Carmellini has opened his bottom-floor restaurant, Leuca. Grub Street noted that the Italian spot is serving “New York’s most elegant sundae,” which will surprise no one who’s had the decadent, over-the-top La Fantasia di Doppio Cioccolato at one of the chef’s other spots, Locanda Verde.
Just in time for Halloween, Eddie Dean of Pacha is pre-opening his new club in the old Verboten space on Monday, and it now has a name, Schimanski. That’s going to be a hard one to remember unless you happen to be a fan of German crime shows. Just remember it has nothing to do with Zablozki’s, nearby.
Something’s been cooking over at 2 Knickerbocker, the triangular lot that was once home to Amancay’s Diner, a late-night “spin the bottle” diner opened by a restauranteur known for his jello-wrestling glory days. The new tenant, Cape House, is a bit more serious minded, and aims to fill a big ol’ hole in the city’s food scene.
Last time we checked in with the second location of Tompkins Square Bagels, it was set to open in June. But it wasn’t until last night that we saw new signage up on the former Open Pantry space. Owner Christopher Pugliese tells us he’s now aiming to open at 184 Second Avenue sometime next month.