NYC Random
Here are some of my favorite places in NYC:
We remembered Milon (top left) from five years back. It is the best Indian dive you’ve ever seen or eaten at. Although, I have heard that the one on the top right also gives out free sherbert at the end so maybe they are also just as good. The funny thing about this building is that they restaurants are all owned by different people who tend to rival eachother for customers. When a person is seen walking up the steps, often a person from each restaurant will come out and try to coerce and pull the people into their place. It’s quite competitive and amusing to watch.
Cinchel inside this great Indian restuarant. It looks fairly empty people wise but only because we were there really early because we were seeing Arab Strap at 7pm that night. By the time we were finished, it was quite full inside.
We found countless rare and used albums here. We spent the most time here and they were open so late! Until midnight!
We found a Howie Gelb and a Heavy Blinkers album here.
We found a Bees album here.
Where we saw Arab Strap
Where we saw Beth Orton and openers Willy Mason and Nina Violet
Where we saw Voxtrot and Irving
Open 24 hours. I swear we ate there every night around 2am and good chocolate mousse as well!
It’s not that I don’t like Grimaldi’s. I guess I just like wierd pizza ingredients. (sorry Matt!)
I found the best music and art oriented magnets here (not to mention great crepes mmmm). I told the guy selling them to me that he had the best magnets in the world and he asked me if I could call his mom and tell her that. Then, when he saw me picking out a Ramones magnet, he told me back in the day when he was still alive, Joey would buy his magnets. I have so much in common with Joey Ramone.
If the MET is classical, The Whitney is punk rawk. Among the multimedia overload was also a bit of Daniel Johnston’s art and an exhibit of anti war art as well. Although, I will say I had a good experience at the MET as well. Particularly memorable was when a girl about my age with an indistibutable French accent asked me if I could take her picture with a statue. It turns out she wanted a picture of herself in front of the most gruesome statue of King Herod holding the head of John the Baptist on a platter. I could just see her telling all of her friends back home, “Look! It’s me at the MET!” I don’t question the French, though. They’ve given the world too many good albums and films for that.
Brooklyn
more Brooklyn..it’s almost too sunny there even when it’s pouring. These really cute girls sitting on porch stoops tried selling us their bracelets made from pipecleaners. It was really almost too touching to bear.
And it is in the humble opinion of this narrator that strange things happen all the time.
Shoes around St. Mark’s place that Herb brought our attention to. Nice dog park not too far from there I might add.
I forget which street corner but this guy made us a smoothie from our choice of three fresh fruits right in front of us…mmm…
Only in NY by Central Park…and yes I did take a picture of the Imagine and no I can’t show it to you because alas it has been rendered so many times in photographs I fear the reproduction and posting of its image is reducing its poignancy.
April 27th, 2006 at 10:18 pm
My friend Sue (who you didn’t meet) lives right near the interesection of Smith and Sackett in Brooklyn which is pictured above. Oh and you should’ve gone to Banjara, which is literally the next door over from the Indian place pictured at the very top (it’s right at the corner of E. 6th St. and 1st Avenue). Their dumpakht (these amazing Indian dumplings) are amazing, though I don’t know if they have a vegetable one.
April 28th, 2006 at 6:14 am
I saw Banjara but I’d been craving Milon for five years. Then the rest of the time I feel like I just ended up eating pizza.