The Village just got a little slice of Queens. Tonight Milk & Hops, a Manhattan spinoff of Astoria Bier & Cheese, celebrates its grand opening with a par-tay: $35 gets you in on a buffet-style meal of meat, cheese and sandwich platters, Mast Brothers chocolate, and a steady flow of draft beer.
Bars + Restaurants
When we told you about a couple of upcoming record fairs, we were just scratching the surface. Not only is Record Store Day coming up April 18 (check out the list of exclusive releases) but these three fairs will let you shop for vinyl with a beer in hand while DJs like Mac DeMarco egg you on.
There’s more upheaval on the East Village’s Curry Row, where Banjara and Brick Lane Curry House moved away in recent years. Earlier today, workers were spotted moving fixtures out of Mitali East, the Indian restaurant that, having been open since 1973, was the oldest existing eatery still on East 6th Street, between Second and First Avenues. A sign on the door reads, “We lost our lease” and directs customers to sister spot Haveli.
“I grew up right down the block,” Johnny Huynh (co-owner of Lucy’s, a tiny new Vietnamese restaurant in Bushwick) explained, beaming. “I’m a native. But it’s funny– I was never home. I was always out being a bad kid. So that was part of the ambition for this place, I wanted to learn to cook Vietnamese to learn more about my heritage.” Johnny, who is spotted with tattoos and looks as young as 25 sounds, sat down across the table from me at Lucy’s after I’d furiously whipped through a bowl of his fragrant bowl of vegetarian pho. This broth will be the base for all pho on offer here– no chicken or beef broth, but you can throw in some brisket if you’re feeling frisky. But man, Johnny’s broth is right up there with any of the meaty broths I’ve had, and honestly it only had to be about a quarter as good as this was to keep me coming back.
“That’s my chair honey.”
Rosemary Bleday reprimands a customer as he puts his hands on an empty chair at the end of the bar. Rosemary’s Greenpoint Tavern is packed to bursting with St. Patrick’s Day revelers, yet one chair remains tantalizingly open. It sits in a prime location, facing out on Bedford Avenue and providing a vantage point of the entire tavern. But Rosemary’s spot will always be Rosemary’s spot, like it has been for 60 years.
I like to think of myself as a very flexible person. Over-imbibing isn’t exactly on my list of “don’ts.” I’ve learned over the years not to be an ageist, I proudly keep friends nearly twice my age, realizing if I’m lucky I might make it to middle age too. Admittedly partying is a pretty frivolous pursuit, a bourgeois distraction. But if you don’t party at least once in a while what does that make you? A party pooper? All of these things were running through my head when I met Chang Han last week, the restaurateur behind Amancay’s Diner in Bushwick. I had decided to keep an open mind, a general rule but one that was unusually difficult to follow in light of the juicy chatter surrounding this middle-aged party boy with a taste for young ladies. So I wasn’t exactly surprised when Chang asked me a very presumptuous question: “How do you party?”
A great green reckoning descends upon the city today. The bars will flood with stumbling, shouting multitudes. Faces will flush red behind oversized shamrock glasses. People will fake accents. As an Irish kid from Boston, I know better than to venture into the city on St. Patrick’s Day. You stay at home, your mom makes corned beef and you drink your dad’s beer. Maybe your nine uncles come over and tell really long jokes. In the event, however, that you are determined to hit the streets, we’ve decided to make it a little easier on you. We’ve compiled a list of Irish pubs in the East Village and Lower East Side and judged them based on everything from the likelihood of getting corned beef to the likelihood of having a co-ed spill a neon-green cocktail on you.
It’s been a while since high school, when I could eat a whole pint of ice cream while waiting for my mom to get home, but I still get excited for Pi(e) Day. This year, 3.14 is particularly special because it’s 3.14.15 — the first five digits of Pi. To celebrate this holiest of holy days, I decided to eat my way across Brooklyn, sampling all the pie I could.
Here’s a fun drinking option if you’re heading to the Pixies/TV on the Radio show or anything else in Asbury Park this summer — Andy Ivanov, a founder of Williamsburg’s Radegast Beer Hall, has converted a former Lerner’s department store into a massive beer garden.
Umami Burger dropped a flavor bomb on Williamsburg yesterday, announcing at 4pm that it was giving away dinner to the first 150 people who signed up at its new location at 158 North 4th Street, off of Bedford Avenue. I happened to be nearby, so I put my name on the list. Ooo mami, It was finally time to pop my UB cherry and find out why exactly there’s always a wait at its Greenwich Village location.
The people behind Boobie Trap, most likely Brooklyn’s first and only boob-themed bar, are taking over their Bushwick block. Back in January, the owners of Verde Coal Oven Pizza (what used to be something of a neighborhood institution many moons ago before it slid slowly into apathy) put the casual Italian restaurant up for sale. Kristen North and Paul King bought the place, gut-renovated it, and turned it into Pizza Party, which they described to me as “Boobie Trap’s little brother.”
After opening an upstairs oyster bar back in September, the owners of Ludlow Street basement boîte Chloe 81 have turned their adjacent spot, Sebastian LC, into a “New American bistro” called Farmhouse.