Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
To all of you hot sauce, ceviche, cubano, pernil, maduros, pico de gallo lovers, this week is your last chance to come enjoy your favorite dish at Casa Mon Amour. We will be changing the cuisine and kitchen staff after labor day. We will be open every night for dinner, but closed on Sunday. Will keep you posted to all the changes and improvement we are making to the restaurant. Enjoy what is left of the summer and see you soon.
I have been a fan of Beatrice’s French cooking for some time. Given she spent almost her entire childhood in French West Africa (and as a result is very knowledgeable about its cuisine) I have to wonder (or would that be hope?) that maybe one of the upcoming changes at Casa Mon Amour will be a menu reflecting her French and West African heritage. I for one find this prospect very exciting. But I suppose we will all have to wait until after Labor Day to find out what Beatrice has up her sleeve!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Meserole Avenue.
Filed under: Area 51
Chances are if you you are reading this right now you are missing some sweet deals at the yard sale at 161 Milton Street. Check it out!
From Bushwick Avenue.
Filed under: Queens
P.S.: Next month Sunnyside will be hosting its very own film festival: Sunnyside Shorts! Here are the deets as they have been relayed to me:
More than 15 filmmakers will have their work showcased at the Sunnyside Shorts Film Festival on Saturday, September 6, 2008 at 8:00 PM in the Sunnyside Gardens Park at 49th Street and 39th Avenue in Queens. Admission is free, but donations are gratefully accepted.
Featured films run from one minute to 15 minutes in length and include animation, documentary, and narration. All films abide by PG-rating guidelines. Filmmakers hail from all over the United States, as well as international locations. Samples of the festivalâ€™s annual youth workshop will also be shown.
Early arrivals will be treated to traditional Irish music by local musicians Donie Carroll, Dan Neely and members of The Washington Square Harp and Shamrock Orchestra beginning at 7:00 PM.
The Sunnyside Gardens Park is an outdoor venue. Limited seating is available; attendees are welcome to bring blankets, pillows, or low beach chairs. In the event of rain, the festival will be held at the Sunnyside Community Center, 41-31 39th Street between Queens Boulevard and 43rd Avenue.
A reception will be held by the festivalâ€™s sponsor, Mike Murphy, at his bar, Murphyâ€™s Bar, at 49th Street and Skillman Avenue, one block north of the festival site. The reception will begin approximately 30 minutes after the festival ends.
Rooftop Films will be providing technical support.
For more information check out their web site.
As I indicated yesterday, I took a rather long walk. I rambled through Greenpoint. I knocked around East Williamsburg and even a little Bushwick. Then I arrived at the home of much Fedders goodness: Bedford Stuyvesant. Here are some of my findings.
This beauty hails from Broadway. Note the prominently placed electric meters and extensive use of stick-on numbers. Clearly the person responsible for this building spared no expense: those numbers cost $1.99 a pop!
This charming specimen comes from Monroe Street. As I was taking the above photograph a child was wailing from the second window from the top left.
Maybe these satellite dishes offended his aesthetic sensibilities…
or Dong Dong (conveniently located at the end of the block) was taking to long to deliver his Chow Mein? Only he knows for certain.
This selection hails from Tompkins Avenue. For those of you not in the know, this thoroughfare is named after Daniel D. Tompkins, former New York State Governor and the 6th Vice President of the United States. Per Wikipedia:
While as governor of New York, Tompkins personally borrowed money and used his own property as collateral when the New York state legislature would not approve the necessary funds for the War of 1812. After the war, neither the state nor the federal government reimbursed him so he could repay his loans. Years of litigation did not end until 1824, and it took a toll on his health. Tompkins fell into alcoholism, and as vice president he at times presided over the Senate while drunk. He died in Tompkinsville three months after retiring as Vice President and was interred in the Minthorne vault in St. Mark’s Churchyard, New York City. Tompkins had the shortest post-vice presidency of any person who survived the office: 99 days (March 4, 1825â€“June 11, 1825).
Dying in disgrace (and being a Vice President) is bad enough. Do we really need to erect crap like this on the street that bears his name?
I mean the man DID help fund the War of 1812— out of his own pocket, no less.
But I suppose if this is the treatment Lafayette gets he is in good company.
Nonetheless, it strikes me as being a little unfair. I mean, if this is how we treat the memory of a pretty good Governor (if a bit marginal Vice President), how will time treat someone like Dick Cheney or Eliot Spitzer? My mind cannot muster anything suitable for Mr. Cheney, but I think I have Mr. Spitzer covered.
Former New York City Mayor James “Jimmie” J. Walker (who was hardly a saint but sure knew how to coin a phrase) was once quoted as saying:
A reformer is a guy who rides through the sewer in a glass bottom boat.
Methinks Mr. Spitzer did a little more than simply ride through the sewer in a glass bottom boat. I think he took a nice long bath.
Therefore I would like to humbly suggest that Greenpoint’s very own shit tits be renamed the Eliot L. Spitzer Memorial Waste Treatment Facility*. Thoughts anyone?
*Sure, the man ain’t dead yet but his career in politics sure as hell is!
I have patronized the G train long enough not to be surprised by who (or what) I see riding with me. I have seen Elvis. I have seen a drunk Polish man offer vodka to his imaginary friend. I have seen public masturbators …more than once. When I hopped onto the subway yesterday at Bedford-Nostrand I discovered a hitherto unknown Crosstown Local demographic:
True to form, no one gave him a second look. I was tempted to ask him for a photograph (his nose was painted red, I found this kind of charming), but he seemed pretty engrossed in yesterday’s edition of the New York Daily News so I didn’t want to disturb him. When he got off at the Metropolitan Avenue stop I noticed the large red button on his cap read “staff”. I’m guessing this is so he can be distinguished from any practicing amateur or non-Union pirates which may happen to be milling about Williamsburg.
Filed under: Bushwick
I have seen a great number of unusual things while walking around Bushwick. Now I can add this one to the list.
A plaid rock.
Those of you who want to check this out in person (and it is rather nifty*) should head down to the intersection of Evergreen Avenue and George Street.
You’ll find it by the entrance of Citi Towing.
*I wonder if Ms. Genutis will follow up with an argyle one? I can only hope so!
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From Manhattan Avenue.
Now that I have your attention I am pleased to pass along a very unique dating opportunity. Are you tired of men who are too damned choosy? You know who I am talking about: the kind of guy who sports a little more in the middle (or a little less on the top) but insists upon dating no “fatties” or “uglies”? Well, I have found a gentleman who has not only dispensed with such shallowness, but he knows exactly what he wants.
His name is “Motorcycle Johnson” and this is his personal ad. It can be found on Broadway under the J & M train. I realized the above type is a little difficult to read, so you can either click on the above image to view larger one or read the following transcription of Mr. Johnson’s dream girl:
6000 motorcycle sextant inversion method on Friday. Cream cheese-sea-time fourteen isn’t elevator elevator sometimes otherwise not fuck. Twelve. Boring. Fixed anyone? Barbary glabber, sevezno aptitude. WHY NOT?!
If this sounds like you please shoot Mr. Johnson an email as soon as possible. As you can see he already has a few takers.