Let’s face it, ramen has had its day in the noodle-soup limelight. Now it’s time for mixian to take its rightful place among NYC’s noodle royalty. And who better to make this happen than chef Simone Tong, graduate of Wylie Dufresne’s old Lower East Side spot wd~50. After a series of pop-up preview dinners, Tong opens her mixian restaurant, Little Tong Noodle Shop, today in the East Village.
Looks like throwback anti-Trump comics are officially a thing.
At the Spring/Break show earlier this month, Mr. Vinyl’s pop-art series, The Cisco Kid Vs. Donald Trump, paired Trump takedowns with images pulled from the 1950s comic strip. Tonight at The Living Gallery, “Pussy Grabs Back: A Night of Anti-Trump Comics” will feature the work of Christine Stoddard, a self-proclaimed “fairy punk” who pairs anti-Trump sentiment with fairy tales.
Last time we spoke with Jeremy Nguyen, he had created a custom crayon for his newly released book of cartoons, Stranger Than Bushwick. The crayon’s color– Gentrify White— spoke to the wry satire found in his comics for Bushwick Daily. Volume three of Stranger Than Bushwick will debut this weekend at the MoCCA Arts Festival. It’s longer than the others, but will be “the last issue I publish for a long time while I move on to other projects,” according to the 27-year-old. That’s sure to disappoint his many local fans, but it’s hard to blame Jeremy for moving on. In January he started submitting cartoons to the New Yorker, a process that is notoriously selective. Incredibly, he sold his first one three weeks later, after pitching just 30 pieces. Since then, he has sold two more.
Danny Teran’s first business in New York was the Bongo Brothers, a food truck he operated with his brother Albert. After several years, they moved on to another truck, Miami Food Machine. Now photos of the trucks hang in Millie’s, Danny’s new brick-and-mortar spot. When it opens Monday, it’ll offer Cubanos, chimi-chicken sandwiches, yucca fries, empanadas, and cafe con leche, made with salt and butter.
You wake up in a hospital. There is a doctor standing over you in scrubs, running his hand down a clipboard, a mask pulled tight across his face. There’s a vague beeping behind you and the sounds of miserable sobbing coming from somewhere. The beeping grows longer and louder until, all of a sudden, it flat-lines and your consciousness (soul? being?) rises up out of your body. “Let me tell you a secret. . .” a calm, female, British voice says from somewhere as your consciousness floats into a cosmic, hallucinogenic light show on the way to your alien afterlife.
One of the three rules of A Day Without a Woman is to avoid spending money with the exception of small, female-owned businesses. If you’re looking for one, look no further. Williamsburg resident Julia Small O’Kelly opened Smallhome in the neighborhood three years ago as a way to sell her own pieces, such as her “tiny taxidermy” lamps and maps on cork board. The store has since flourished into a place where you can find a variety of small creations from mostly local, mostly female artists.
This Wednesday, International Women’s Day also happens to be #adaywithoutawoman. Last month, the folks behind the Women’s March on Washington announced plans for a nationwide women’s strike. Although there’s been some criticism of the march, it’s soldiering forth in defending reproductive rights, LBGTQIA rights, the rights of people with disabilities, and immigrant rights, among many others. Organizers are calling on women to 1) take the day off from work if possible, 2) wear red, and 3) refrain from spending money unless the business is small or female-owned. Here in New York, there are a number of ways to show solidarity.
Dos Toros isn’t the only drunk-food chain adding a westside outpost to its downtown and Williamsburg locations. The Meatball Shop, which started on the Lower East Side six years ago, opens its seventh location in Hell’s Kitchen today. This one comes with a brighter, cleaner design and an adjacent bar. The bar as tastefully named as you’d expect from the guys whose mantra is “EAT MY BALLS” and who offer BALLS t-shirts. They’re calling the place Sidepiece.
In just a few short years drones have gone from novelty to nuisance, swarming local events and crashing into apartment buildings. But don’t pull out your old Little League bat just yet– drones can also be great tools for filmmakers. As any Casey Neistat fan can tell you, you can get some jaw-dropping shots with even a low-priced model, a smart phone, and some spare time.
Between London’s Wagamama, which opened on 26th Street in November, and L.A.’s Sugarfish, which opened on 20th Street around the same time, the Flatiron has seen an influx of cult sushi imports. You can add another one to the list: Another UK brand, YO!, is set to bring its conveyor-belt sushi to the suddenly happening hood next month.
There’s currently a news van parked outside of the Supreme store, where 80 people are lined up literally around the block. While the usual hypebeasts wait in the cold to score the new Obama hoodie, Supreme aficionados have also been pouring into the Broadway-Lafayette subway station, a couple blocks away, in order to snatch up the Supreme-branded Metrocard, which dropped Monday.
Carnival has already been pretty wild this year, and it hasn’t even started in earnest. Down in New Orleans last week, the satirical Krewe du Vieux and Krewe Delusion processions brought plenty of raunchy anti-Trump floats and golden shower gags, as you can see from the photos and video sprinkled below. And not even those could top the Wild West-themed Trump float spotted at an Italian carnivale. But please, folks, let’s not let our jester-in-chief ruin what should be a glorious time of indulgence. Come Fat Tuesday, you should be fully focused on snagging free booze, southern grub, and freebies– that’s right, some local spots are prepared to throw more than just beads at you. Here’s who’s letting the good times roll this year.