An ATM!
But will it dispense $5 bills for the foot-long specials?
Previous, and exclusive, Subway coverage on EV Grieve:
An important update on fast-food mascots
It's Feb. 18, and we've already exceeded our quota for stories on Subway for 2009
Nothing more festive than an opening of a new Subway
Locals will no longer have to walk a few blocks out of their way for a Subway
Monday, March 23, 2009
Does this mean there will always be a line?
Because, you know, people always stand in line waiting for brunch (for reasons that I have never understood)...Uh, anyway, Eater has the story about what's going in this space on First Avenue near Sixth Street.
A refurbished Ryan's is now open
After being closed for six weeks, Ryan's Irish Pub on Second Avenue near Ninth Street reopened on St. Patrick's Day...
The bar is longer and wider now (uh, the actual bar, not the building...) ... but they did away with the menu -- no more food...And the work in the pub isn't quite done yet...
Previously on EV Grieve.
The bar is longer and wider now (uh, the actual bar, not the building...) ... but they did away with the menu -- no more food...And the work in the pub isn't quite done yet...
Previously on EV Grieve.
From the EV Grieve New Jersey Bureau
From the wire:
WAYNE, N.J. (AP) — A kitschy northern New Jersey landmark that spawned a popular rock band's name and served as the backdrop for a "Sopranos" episode may be in danger of closing. Fountains of Wayne has sat on the side of Route 46 for more than 40 years, beckoning shoppers with displays of lawn ornaments, outdoor furniture and life-sized Santa Claus figures in various attire. The store's gates were closed on Friday, and no one answered the phone.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Another "the recession can be fun" story
From the Post yesterday:
The recession is such a bummer. Wouldn't it be nice to time travel to a simpler era the 1950s when money was plentiful, appliances were shiny, and rock was just beginning to roll? A carefree time, when wiggling a Hula Hoop rather than watching the Dow plummet was the favored pastime, and love could be found at a sock hop. Happily, a DeLorean time machine a la "Back to the Future" isn't necessary. Doo-wop shows, record hops, and soda fountains are all here. As it turns out, happier days can be had again.
And do these folks look like they're from the 1950s?:
Noted
The Post's "the recession can be fun" story also noted the following about EV Grieve favorite Donohue's Steak House:
This Upper East Side dining room, a one-time neighborhood joint for Bernie Madoff, hasn't changed its mood since it opened in the '50s.
Previously on EV Grieve:
The timeless appeal of Donohue's Steak House
Saturday, March 21, 2009
EV Grieve Etc.: Mourning Edition
Highlights from elsewhere in the NYC blogosphere (Patell and Waterman's History of New York)
The REAL reason Valerie Solanas wanted to waste Warhol (Page Six)
Graffiti artists vs. the cops who used the hunt them (The New York Times)
John Penley is going somewhere -- Erie, Pa.? Newark, N.J.? (Scoopy's Notebook, last item)
Faded signs on the LES (Ephemeral New York)
Thought this was a bear market? Twelve years of beekeeping on NYC rooftops (Lancaster Farming, and no snickering)
Annoyed Parisians can blame NYC for L’Experimental Cocktail Club (The New York Times)
Meanwhile, George Clooney in talks to play Bukowski (Jeremiah's Vanishing NY)
Got limos? (BoweryBoogie)
Finding the beauty at the South Street Seaport (Greenwich Village Daily Photo)
Action at the long-delayed Fulton transit hub (A Fine Blog)
Lionel Ziprin, 84: "A brilliant, baffling, beguiling voice of the Lower East Side and the East Village"
The Times has the obituary today for Lionel Ziprin, who died this past Sunday. He was 84.
And now: Songs for Schizoid Siblings by Lionel Ziprin and Leyna d'Ancona...
Mr. Ziprin, a brilliant, baffling, beguiling voice of the Lower East Side and the East Village in all its phases — Jewish, hipster and hippie — died last Sunday in Manhattan. He was 84. The cause was chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, his daughter Zia Ziprin said.
For decades, Mr. Ziprin, a self-created planet, exerted a powerful gravitational attraction for poets, artists, experimental filmmakers, would-be philosophers and spiritual seekers.
He ran his apartment, on Seventh Street in the East Village, as a bohemian salon, attracting a loose collective that included the ethnomusicologist Harry Smith, the photographer Robert Frank and the jazz musician Thelonious Monk, who would drop by for meals between sets at the Five Spot. Bob Dylan paid the occasional visit.
And now: Songs for Schizoid Siblings by Lionel Ziprin and Leyna d'Ancona...
Friday, March 20, 2009
Saluting some heroes from Forest Hills
Peter Parker and the Ramones.
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