
And, subsequently, a lot of ACs are on... and a lot of people seem to be tossing their old ACs, which all may need just a little work.... I think these babies might need to have their filters cleaned...
The sequel to Avenue C's The Sunburnt Cow brings the same Australians-in-exile party to the Upper West Side's post-college nightlife nexus. It's bigger, better, and has (somehow) precisely cloned its downtown clientele — this is not a place for the stroller patrol.
That fact is evident in the $18 all-you-can-drink brunch, which should create fun sidewalk traffic for moms on their way to Zabar's, as well as a series of noise complaints from their upstairs neighbors.
The menu's also a clone of the East Village institution, with Aussie-inspired cuisine — loaded up burgers, raw bar offerings, and the terrifying Pesto Shark (it's exactly what it sounds like).
It's a bar built for big blowouts. Go now and get your drink on, before the community board shuts them down.
This dramatic corner 2-bedroom at 110 Third Avenue features a private rooftop cabana and has wonderful south and west exposures that bring in fantastic sunlight throughout the day. Built to the highest specifications by The Toll Brothers, this home features floor to ceiling windows, central air conditioning, a Bosch washer/dryer and white oak flooring. In the master bedroom there is a large walk in closet and a luxurious master bathroom with double sinks, soaking tub, and separate stall shower. The kitchen is open to the living room and features Volcanic stone countertops, a Thermador oven, Subzero refrigerator, and Bosch dishwasher. What sets this home apart from any other place you will see is the large private terrace on the roof. From this secluded perch, complete with water and electric, you can enjoy amazing views of the NY skyline that is perfect for gardening, entertaining and sunbathing.
The store will feature "the world's largest collection of united socks collected from laundromats spanning the globe."
Heh. This ought to keep those snoopy bloggers scratching their heads over what's really coming here!
Previously on EV Grieve:
Another First Street shop shutters
"As the Bed Bath And Beyonds and Barnes and Noble “superstores” continue to ruin New York City, thank God for institutions like the Mars Bar. This concrete rectangle of graffiti and art-filled madness is a testament to old school New York artists, free thinking folks and people looking to drink and have a good time. The only Blackberry you’ll find in here is brandy and the only thing close to and iPad is an artist pad that’s passed around the bar where the locals add their original sketches."Thanks to the AK for the tip.
If you’ve never been there, Mars Bar is pretty much the last of the old East Village/Lower East Side punk bars. It smells like shit, the walls are completely covered in graffiti, the jukebox only plays punk, the shots are poured huge, and the patrons are old, surly or both. These are all good things that help make a respectable dive bar. But when you ask the bartender for some soap (because some big punk fucker licked your friend’s face, uninvited, and she wants wash off the gross saliva) and the barkeep answers, “This is the Mars Bar man. There’s no soap in the Mars Bar,” that’s when you know the place has become a parody of itself.
Really dude? Are you fucking kidding me? There’s no soap because this is the Mars Bar?