Filed under: Area 51
While not as elegant as the work of Poster Boy, I felt this devilishly simple poster modification (which hails from the Queens-bound platform of the G train at Clinton-Washington) worth passing along. How could the designer of this poster NOT see this one coming? Seriously.
First it was the news they sold the store and Andre would be leaving us. Next they remodeled and ceased (for all intensive purposes) carrying groceries —although to be fair the quality of the sandwiches has not suffered much if at all. Now I have yet another controversial development to pass along: no more Oreo! I met her charming temp (replacement? protege?) “Tiger” (as seen on the left) yesterday. Concerned, I asked what happened. Here’s the scoop:
Oreo is alive and well and living with a lady named Irene. For those of you who are not in the know this is the woman who gave her to the store in the first place; her cat had a little of kittens and one of which happened to be Oreo. What’s more, the word is Oreo is pregnant… again! Will she get paid maternity leave? Will she come back? Most importantly will Tiger be able to shoulder her many onerous responsibilities?
I suppose only time will tell.
In the meantime let’s make this little fella feel at home. Little Tiger has a huge some mighty big paw prints to fill!
Filed under: Williamsburg
Ever heard the adage “How many angels can dance on the head of pin”? It’s 2008 now and my updated question is of a less theological, more gustatory and distinctly north Brooklyn nature:
How many “Asian” restaurants can there be in a row on Bedford Avenue?
As of November 14, 2008 the answer is (or will soon be) FOUR:
- 212 Bedford: Wild Ginger, “Pan-Asian Vegan Cafe”
- 210 Bedford: Zen Tango, “Japanese & Malay Fusion”
- 208 Bedford: Red Bowl, what I presume to be Chinese
- 206 Bedford: Tai Thai, Thai Food.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
One thing folks seem to forget about the newly “hip” neighborhood that is the Garden Spot of the Universe is it not only home to a young “affluent influx”, but it is also calls a rather substantial number of seniors as residents. A number of these elderly people have difficulty getting around so they employ scooters to help them go about their daily routine and live independently. I for one think this is fantastic. The only problem is some of our sidewalks do not necessarily make the best terrain for such vehicles (or pedestrians, for that matter).
But our newly-installed bike lanes fit the bill beautifully. This is the second person I have seen using the Manhattan Avenue bike lanes for some four-wheeling today. Follows is the third.
After I shot this video a passerby asked me why I was laughing. I assured her I was not laughing at this woman for having mobility problems and using a scooter. I explained to her that I have seen no less than five people employ the bike lanes on Manhattan Avenue in just such a manner this week alone.
Inasmuch as some might think to the contrary, this neighborhood is not just for the young and wealthy. It’s for everyone. Way to go my fellow Greenpointers. THIS is what I call “taking back the streets”!
P.S.: Can anyone say “Critical Mass”?
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Green Street.
I recently received an email from Ann Kansfield of the Greenpoint Reformed Church. It read as follows:
I have an awesome gift for you that I found this morning. Are you around today that I might be able to get it to you?
Unfortunately I was sick and told her to wait. Then she emailed me the following irresistible teaser:
No worries – take your time and feel better. To help you along in your healing process, or at least make you smile… can I tell you what I found for you? — it’s a tin Fedders sign. You can hang it on your wall and feel all cool and kitsch. If you don’t like it, you won’t hurt my feelings.
Needless to say I headed down there the next day without delay. FEVER be damned!
She even left it out front for me.
I’ve had this beauty in my apartment for a couple days now. It has become my muse, so to speak. Yesterday I had an epiphany. A vision of Fedderism so glorious I will not divulge it at this time. It will take some time and a lot of planning. The latter of which I am not especially adept at. But take my word for it: when it comes to pass it will be good.
In the meantime this select item will hang above my laundry hamper next to my framed letter from Jim McGreevey.
P.S.: For more inexplicably Fedders Friday-esque goodness be sure to check out Brownstoner’s new feature “Horror Show Fridays”.
This editorial (which is located on Kent Avenue across the street from Northside Piers) has sustained some damage but the message still gets across. Loud and clear.
This week when I swung by Empty Cages Collective I was both pleased and disappointed to learn that Curly’s partners in crime, Moe and Larry, have been adopted to good homes. I could tell he was lonely so I removed him from solitary confinement and gave him some much-needed t.l.c. He was all purrs until I tried to put him back. That’s when he decided to pay his upstairs neighbors a little visit…
and ends up getting a little more than he bargained for!
Anyone interested in giving this handsome (and quite mischievous) little fella or any of his fellow (and equally adorable) feline friends a home should contact Empty Cages Collective at emptycagescollective (at) gmail (dot) com.
While I have to admit that I personally find flier distributors to be annoying 99% of the time I have to give this man (who also does odd jobs, by the way) credit for his marketing strategy. I would never, ever in a million years think of using Malcolm X as a resume tool. What’s more I doubt Mr. X (had he been alive today) would either.
I have been long overdue announcing (what could very well be) some good news on the north Brooklyn restaurant front: the opening of an honest-to-god Greek restaurant! Curious(ly optimistic) I went inside to take a look.
They have done an absolutely beautiful job of renovating this space.
I briefly spoke to the restaurant’s owner, a very nice lady named Maria Douralas (who can been seen above at the left). She explained to me that she named her restaurant Santorini as that is where her father hails from (for the record, her mother was from Naxos). She asked me if I knew anything about Greek food. To wit I replied:
You bet your ass I do. I’ve lived in Astoria.
We both had a good laugh over that one.
Of particular interest to your truly is they are offering scordalia. A veritable garlic lover’s delight. Imagine if you will hummus— on steroids —and you pretty much get the idea. This is probably not the best item to order on a date but that doesn’t really matter much to me: I’m married.
At this time Santorini is a cash-only establishment. I imagine this will change once they get their credit card related business in order. You can peruse their eat-in menu and specials by clicking here and here. Their takeout menu can be seen by clicking here.
167 Grand Street
Brooklyn, New York 11211
P.S.: You can see more pictures of this establishment over an my flickr page.
UPDATE 11/14/08: I tried out some of their appetizers. They’re pricier than Astoria… but GOOD! As was the service and overall “atmosphere” as well!