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The Bedford Stop Does the Holidays, or How the Girls Survive Ft. Lauderdale ‘Clurbs’

Here’s a question for the ages– is The Bedford Stop still The Bedford Stop if the girls go to South Florida for the holidays? The title of the newest episode from Williamsburg’s most lovable residents, “Holidays Without Hollandaise,” implies that the girls are gonna be roughin’ it while holed up in America’s dangler. Whatever will they do without Cafe Colette? If you can stand to imagine an episode without brunch, then venture forth. Although given that Dubai is making moves to stage a junta of Williamsburg’s title for Most Depraved Brunch, we maybe would have preferred a special “City of Gold”-edition of America’s favorite reality show. Somebody get these girls a Fulbright grant.

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B+B Exclusive:The Bedford Stop Simply SantaCan’t


What’s the holiday season without The Bedford Stop? It’s hard to imagine how we’d get through this consumerist feeding frenzy without the girls’ mantra: “hashtag credit card debt, hashtag fuck it, hashtag YOLO!” Well, thankfully we don’t have to face such an awful scenario because the painfully realest show in all of Brooklyn is back with another new clip wherein the girls celebrate the holidays. Will they drink the SantaCon revelers under the table? Will their ugly sweater party plans be thwarted by this unseasonable season? Are you biting your nails yet? We thought so.
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Stop Whatever You're Doing The Bedford Stop Has a New Clip Out


Our favorite show of the millennium, The Bedford Stop has released a new clip (via Gothamist) and it’s imperative you drop whatever it is that you’re doing and see it. Because clearly, there’s nothing more “relevant” out there. As Alex told us over cocktails at Café Colette back in November, “Williamsburg is extremely relevant, the things we do are extremely relevant, and why not broadcast that if we have someone who’s willing and has the connections to do it?”
The fact that a reality show about brunching in Brooklyn now exists is clear indication that we’ve reached the Golden Age of Not-on-Television Television, which can only mean it’s all down hill from here, baby.
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