Every day at 4:20 p.m. we stuff your pipe with Lil’ Nugs, our late afternoon link dump. Sorry we’re late today — launch and all!
A Williamsburg/East Village writer-producer team uses the Bedford + Bowery tipline to tell us about their new web series, “Brunch on Sundays.” Filmed in both neighborhoods, it explores the real brunch-time topics of 20-somethings, like pooping in front of boyfriends. [Brunch on Sundays]
South Williamsburg’s Dressler, serving fancy food since 2006, closed its doors for good today. The restaurant’s website cited a regrettable failure to reach a lease-renewal agreement with the landlord. [Free Williamsburg]
A vacant lot at 145 Ludlow Street has been sold by Lower East Side developer Sion Misrahi for $5.7 million. A six-story apartment complex and 1,900 sq. ft. of retail space are set to take its place. [The Lo-Down]
Introducing “Reel Psyched,” wherein we tell you what we’re really excited to see in the theaters this week.
With the Lower East Side Film Festival in full swing in Manhattan and the Northside Festival’s film program popping off tonight in Brooklyn, it’s a good time to be a film buff.
At the L.E.S* Film Festival, which kicked off Thursday and continues through the weekend, offerings from up-and-coming directors are judged by a panel of guests including celebrities like Judah Friedlander (“30 Rock”) and Dan Janvey (“Beasts of the Southern Wild”). The audience favorite gets a $2,000 check from Vimeo (ahem, Bedford + Bowery’s video player of choice). More →
Somewhere over in Bushwick the L train rides; artists and Hasids, poets and dreamers, ride their bikes.
So goes a dreamy, surreal version of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” that may some day appear in “Bushwick the Musical the Movie,” an in-the-works film set in the neighborhood and modeled almost entirely on “The Wizard of Oz.” John Martino, a 55 year-old former IT specialist, is trying to raise a staggering $2.5 million to get the movie made. More →
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This past Saturday, Spencer Walker, the author of the pickup-artist cookbook “Cook to Bang” (think Martha Stewart for the Tucker Max set) mingled with a group of about 80 people on a private rooftop in his home neighborhood of Williamsburg.
No, he wasn’t teaching them how to “bring out their date’s inner slut” through recipes like “Tap that ass-paragus soup” and “miso horny cod.” Walker insists that the supper club he produces with his friend Will Holloway is entirely separate from “Cook to Bang.” More →
Bon Yagi isn’t Osaka’s latest Bon Jovi cover band. He’s the “mayor of Japantown” who quietly owns, oh, pretty much every Japanese joint in the East Village: Robataya, Decibel, the list goes on.
After a quiet test run last week, he’ll open Hi-Collar tomorrow in the old Rai Rai Ken space (another Yagi venture, now relocated two doors down). The bar-cafe is a slim portal to Japan’s jazz, or “Taisho,” era, when western fashion and food first made inroads – up to a point. More →
For all the new bars that have opened up in Bushwick in the past year or so, the craft beer scene has remained woefully underrepresented. That changed this weekend when Jorge Arias opened The Sampler just steps off the Jefferson L. More →
Bobby Drake in Lake Street’s bathroom. (Photo: Jesse Sposato)
What do a bunch of band dudes from the Midwest, who now live in Greenpoint, do when not making music together? Easy: they open a bar. Bobby Drake (The Hold Steady, w/o.), Frank Bevan (w/o.), Rob Pope (Spoon), Eric Odness (The Wanted, Primitive Weapons) named Lake Street after a major thoroughfare in Minneapolis, and they want it to be reminiscent of the bars they used to hang out at back home – “kind of old-man divey but cool bars, you know, where they could be sketchy, but not really,” Drake told Bedford + Bowery during a chat at the nearly finished space at 706 Manhattan Avenue, near Norman. More →
Depending on whose tweets you prefer, Black Flag spent Friday and Saturday either “destroying” or “kicking the crap out of” Warsaw, only to go on to do a Sunday show at a venue so secret that if anyone gave up the name (Grand Victory) they probably would’ve had to disappear to Hong Kong. (Seriously, the email confirmation was all: “Any social media or other discovered leaks of location may result in denied entry.”) More →