If last week’s news about PS 84’s hydroponic roof got you excited about maybe starting up a green roof now that the weather is cooperating, stroll over to Brooklyn Brewery tonight for a party celebrating the publication of The Rooftop Growing Guide: How To Transform Your Roof into a Garden or Farm. The handy guide to urban gardening was written by Annie Novak, head farmer and co-founder at Eagle Street Rooftop Farm, the sprawling herb haven above a Broadway Stages warehouse in Greenpoint. More →
Slurping season is almost upon us, and this winter will bring more ramen options than ever before.
Ramen bowls at Noodle Beach. (Photo: Daniel Maurer)
Ramen by Mew 7 Cornelia St., nr. West 4th Street, West Village
The basement izakaya known as Mew, which opened two years ago in Koreatown, is expanding with a ramen joint on Cornelia Street. They’re shooting for a December opening, but have already started posting photos of dishes on Instagram, including soft-boiled eggs topped with sea urchin, chashu pork belly, nanbanzuke (fried salmon with a vinegar-sake marinade), and tonkotsu ramen.
This week, hit these events and support a trio of documentaries about the changing faces of two communities.
Two Rockaway Docs: A Film Benefit for Sandy with Live Music Nov. 1 at 7pm, Peter Jay Sharp Building, BAM Rose Cinemas, $25.
Long before fish tacos brought on the Rockaway rebirth, the seaside community was a destination for New Yorkers looking to escape the sweltering city. Back in the 1930s, some 7,000 bungalows housed the “bungaloonies” who flocked to the Irish Riviera for a weekend of pub crawling or a ride on the Thunderbolt at Playland. Now, as Rockaway real estate becomes the next “shore thing,” fewer than 450 of the charming shacks remain (one of them, it so happens, belongs to Patti Smith). Jennifer Callahan’s documentary, The Bungalows of Rockaway, tells us how, exactly, we lost so many of them, and — much like the recently released Welcome to Kutscher’s documentary did with the fabled Catskills resort — milks former inhabitants for summer nostalgia.
Last month when we brought word that the folks at Riis Park Beach Bazaar had decided to keep slinging drinks through the winter, and that one of its vendors, WildFeast, would be continuing on as a proper restaurant, it seemed too good to be true: year-round food and drink smack dab in the middle of Jacob Riis Park? During the off-season the place is pretty much the dictionary definition of “desolate,” with howling winds that will instantly peel off whatever is left of that summer tan.
Our only utterance of advice for this week: pack em in, kids. If you’re as unsettled about the end of summer as we are, consider taking some of that aggression out at any number of these shows (there’s enough punk to go around for all of yous) or, better yet, gaze at some of these truly gnarly noise-makers in awe of frustrations much deeper than your own. Best, best, best of all, though: see what happens after a legendary rapper denounces her medium but returns to the stage anyway for something altogether new. Cheers to spiteful finales.
Not only has Greta Gerwig unleashed a new clip from her forthcoming movie with Noah Baumbach, Mistress America (out Aug. 14), but she just unveiled the lineup of the outdoor film series she curated for The Palms in Rockaway. Among the flicks that will be screened inside of the new palm-tree oasis at Beach 96th and Rockaway Beach Boulevard are Last Days of Disco (starring kindred “it” girl Chloe Sevigny, Aug. 9), Woody Allen’s Broadway Danny Rose (Aug. 16), Spike Lee’s Do the Right Thing (Aug. 30), and The Landlord (Aug. 23).
Like the rest of Bushwick, Black & White Project Space is making a weekend escape to Rockaway Beach. On Aug. 1, the studio (part of Black & White Gallery) will launch a contemporary dance series on the sand at Beach 81st Street. During Beach Sessions, four local choreographers will make use of a 360-degree stage and channel the surrounding seascape into dance.
I’m proud to be an American, because the Parks Department just opened another stretch of Rockaway boardwalk, from Beach 97th Street to Beach 106th Street (i.e. from Low Tide Bar’s concession stand to the Caracas concession stand). Okay, fine, so the construction company is Swedish, but whatever. As you can see from the slideshow above, shit is looking good.
From left: Jeff Schroeder and Christopher Williams (Photo: Nicole Disser)
Shaking hands with Chris Williams and Jeff Schroeder immediately made me feel not only very un-tan but also very un-rad. The two friends recently moved from California and have opened up Union Surfboards in their new neighborhood, Greenpoint. We met inside their studio that’s just big enough to sand off a board and drink a few beers in the process. The place is dusty, but in a clean beachy sort of way and is by no means a faddy showroom– it’s a real workshop. As we spoke, Williams, despite having a broken hand, would compulsively polish one of the boards propped up on a saw horse.