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Friday, August 6, 2010

Pretzel logic

So... you remember that little controversy about the pretzel-ad the one seen here on First Avenue and First Street...

NYC the Blog had been in touch with the pretzel people who said...

"Based on the feedback received from you and other bloggers, we will be taking the ‘You can never be too thin’ ads down."

The company has also apologized.

So they replaced the ad. And what did they replace it with?


Thanks to EV Grieve reader K. Knipfing for the photos.

Previously on EV Grieve:
Into thin air: Pretzel maker removing 'too thin' ads

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Sigmund Pretzel Shop makes closing official on Avenue B

Yesterday we noted that the pretzel-centric bar-restaurant had not been open lately at 29 Avenue B between Second Street and Third Street. The folks at Sigmund's shared a message on their social media accounts last night noting the closure.

The Urbanspace Vanderbilt location lives on in Midtown. And as noted, the popular pretzels are on the menu of several restaurants in the city and sold via carts at various locations and events.

As for Avenue B, perhaps this concept was too adult for the block... they'd need 186 giant TVs and kegs of free brunch mimosas to help put a dent in the nearby crowds.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Also on the liquor license docket: Sigmund Pretzel Shop

Sigmund's, the new gourmet pretzel shop at 29 Avenue B near Third Street, is applying for a license to serve wine ... which is fine (heh, rhymes)... but how about some beer for those pretzels? And has anyone been here yet? Just curious what this place is like...


Food blogger (and EV Grieve reader) BaHa paid a visit to Sigmund's last month... She wrote about it at her site, With Leftovers. Briefly though, she said: "These babies are pretzels at their best."

Previously on EV Grieve:
Avenue B's pretzel logic

Monday, October 24, 2016

[Updated] Sigmund Pretzel Shop hasn't been open lately on Avenue B

Residents who live near Sigmund Pretzel Shop at 29 Avenue B between Second Street and Third Street note that the restaurant has been closed for the past week.

The Sigmund's Instagram account only mentions their Urbanspace Vanderbilt location in Midtown. The popular pretzels are on the menu of several restaurants in the city and sold via carts at various locations and events.

In the summer of 2013, Sigmund closed to renovate the Avenue B space, from what they called a place for a "neighborhood snack" to more of a "neighborhood restaurant" featuring items such as sandwiches on pretzel buns as well as a beer and wine license. They opened here in the fall of 2009.

H/T Salim!

Updated 10/25

The closing is official.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Avenue B's pretzel logic

Always Hungry reports that the long-dormant space at 29 Avenue B near Third Street is now home to the Sigmund Pretzel Shop, owned by two former Bouley staffers. Per Sigmund:

The Salted and Seeded Pretzels (three kinds: Caraway, Sesame and Poppy Pretzels) cost $2.50 each. Flavored pretzels (Jalapeño-Cheddar and Cinnamon Raisin) cost $3.00 each. There will also be pretzel dips: whipped butter, whole-grain mustard, cream cheese, warm three-cheese sauce, horseradish-mayo and Nutella. Pretzels come with one dip; additional dips cost 75¢ each. A half-dozen pretzels of any variety with three dips costs $16.00. A dozen pretzels with six dips costs $30.00.

(via Eater)

The Steely Dan reference is to drive Slum Goddess batty. (Battier?)

Monday, August 23, 2010

Another pretzel ad plot twist

A quick Pretzel Crisps ad recap:

The first ad!

Complaints! Then!

Still, complaints! Now!

NYC the Blog has been busy reporting on this story. You can read it all here.

Previously on EV Grieve:
Into thin air: Pretzel maker removing 'too thin' ads

[Thanks to Thanks to EV Grieve reader K. Knipfing for the top two photos]

Monday, January 23, 2017

For rent signage arrives at the former Sigmund Pretzel Shop space on Avenue B

Sigmund Pretzel Shop closed last October after seven years in business at 29 Avenue B between Second Street and Third Street.

Meanwhile the for rent signs have just arrived. I'm curious how outrageous what the asking rent is... unfortunately, the listing (PDF here) at ABS Partners says that info is available upon request...

As for Sigmund's, their Urbanspace Vanderbilt location lives on in Midtown ... and the popular pretzels are on the menu of several restaurants in the city and sold via carts at various locations and events.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Salt water daffy

The latest from the Pretzel Crisps folks.... And here's a little background on the previous Pretzel Crisps campaigns....

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Into thin air: Pretzel maker removing 'too thin' ads

As you may recall last Thursday, we posted this photo from EV Grieve reader K. Knipfing ... pointing out the new make-us-feel-badly-about-our-bodies ad on the northeast corner of First Street and First Avenue...

NYC the Blog has been all over this too... even corresponding with the company:

Perry Abbenante, Vice President of Marketing at Snack Factory LLC, maker of Pretzel Crisps, responded to an email request for comment shortly after, explaining that they have been monitoring the situation, and will be "making some adjustments to the campaign."

And now!

He just followed up, and informed NYC The Blog: "Based on the feedback received from you and other bloggers, we will be taking the ‘You can never be too thin’ ads down."

The company has also apologized.

Monday, May 6, 2013

On Avenue B, Sigmund Pretzel Shop is closing to reopen as a restaurant

The folks at Sigmund Pretzel Shop on Avenue B just south of East Third Street let us know that, starting today, they will be closed until June 12 or so... Here is their official message via Facebook:

A lot of you know that we've been planning to graduate from a favorite neighborhood snack and sandwich place to favorite neighborhood restaurant for some time now.

And the time has come — we are briefly closing to do some magic in our East Village spot.


You can call us at 646.410.0333 Mon-Fri 10 am - 4 pm and order pretzels, dips or book a catering gig. All deliveries will come to you directly from our bakery in Greenpoint, BK and our lovely Alicia will be on the phone to take care of all of you.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Sigmund Pretzel Shop (soft) reopens today

Back in early May, Sigmund Pretzel Shop on Avenue B closed for renovations... to transform from what they call a place for a "neighborhood snack" to more of a "neighborhood restaurant" ... they (soft) reopen today at 4 p.m. ...

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Out and About in the East Village

In this weekly feature, East Village-based photographer James Maher provides us with a quick snapshot of someone who lives and/or works in the East Village.

By James Maher
Name: Tom Clark
Occupation: Musician, Tom Clark and the High Action Boys
Location: Avenue D, between 6th and 7th
Time: 9 a.m. on Tuesday, Feb 4.

I’m from a place called DeKalb, Illinois, about an hour west of Chicago. I grew up down the block from Cindy Crawford. In my mind, I like to remember DeKalb as this very Norman Rockwell place. The flying logo with the corn is the famous logo for DeKalb. At one time it was the second most recognizable logo next to Coca-Cola.

Luckily there was a university there. There were farms. When you were 13 you were allowed to do farm labor and I worked in cornfields for seven years, 10 hours a day, seven days a week. You can’t take a day off cause the corn doesn’t take a day off — that’s what they’d tell you. And then when I was 16, I got a job working in a grocery store. So in the summers I was working about 95 hours a week, 7 days a week in the cornfields and at night at the grocery store.

I start doing gigs, doing shows when I was about 14. I got into music real early. I went to Northern Illinois University for like 2 years. I was in college and working to pay for it, doing my own stuff and I joined a punk band there called Blatant Dissent. But I was just kind of lost about what to do in life. I was about 19 and I wrote a letter to Marshall Crenshaw, the songwriter and singer. I had never written a fan letter or anything in my life and he actually wrote me back. I still have the letter saying ‘Go for it.’

Nobody in my family had ever gone anywhere. I grew up with four brothers who all still live within 20 minutes of my mom, which is great. They were all jocks. I had to wait till they left the house before I could play music because it was for pussies. If Marshall Crenshaw hadn’t told me to go for it, I’d probably still be managing the grocery store now, which wouldn’t be the worst thing. He told me to go for it in New York and I still blame him to this day. But I did it.

I had never seen an ocean in my life; I had never been anywhere; I had been on a plane like once. When I moved here, I said I was going to give myself three years tops. I was 20 and I look back about it now, moving here when this was a totally different place. Crack was king then. I didn’t even drink when I was in DeKalb or in high school. I was never a partier. Friday nights I would be home listening to Beatles bootlegs with my friends and practicing. But I learned how to drink when I moved here, unfortunately.

I moved here in ’86 with some guys from my hometown. Two of them didn’t last very long, but one of them is still here. I didn’t have a job and we didn’t have a place lined up. I stood in front of the Astor Place barber shop when they had three floors. I stood there for nine and a half hours out front with my guitar singing and the owner, Enrico Vezza, the guy that started the place back in the ‘50s, kept coming out and giving me money. I made like $48, someone gave me a Budweiser, someone gave me cold French fries, and the pretzel vendor next to me, who I still see around almost 30 years later, gave me a pretzel.

Enrico said, ‘Come back and see me.’ I thought he was going to give me a job sweeping up hair and I would have been fine with that, but instead, for almost two years, I went from chair to chair asking for requests and playing songs — eight hours a day, seven days a week, for $20 a day. I was supposed to get tips but a lot of people went to Astor Place because they didn’t have any fucking money, and a lot of those people did not want to be sung to. And I had to make a dollar or 50 cents. I saw a lot of crazy people. It was an experience because I was pretty fresh-faced. This was all an eye opener.

I had so much drive then because I needed to make money and survive. I gave myself a buck and a half to three bucks a day to eat. There was a deli on Broadway around the corner from Astor Place. This guy who wasn’t supposed to do it, he’d tell me, would sell me half an order of rice and beans for a buck and a half. If I was really feeling rich I would get myself a tall boy for 90 cents.

I played in Washington Square Park but I wasn’t one of those hippie guys. I had my case out there. I needed to make money. I would go early to Washington Square Park, I’d sing for an hour, then I’d go to Astor Place for eight hours, and then eventually, I started playing on Bleecker Street, playing for college kids. It was insane how much I played. Good for my chops but hard on the voice. Boy, you know, it was such a good time back then. I just wanted to play. I would have played anywhere, a funeral, a bris. I would have played anything.

For years, all I did was play bars. I started doing a shitload of gigs and playing on the street all the time. A lot of the gigs I was doing here, you might not have been paid a lot, but you got paid in free booze. This was around ’86. So I learned real fast and real well, to my chagrin sometimes. I’d take the D train to Bainbridge Avenue in the Bronx and play in Yonkers and here. It was all Irish bars then.

I wanted to really focus on song writing and playing my own stuff, because when you’re doing those Irish gigs in the Bronx and Yonkers, and whatever I did, you get a little sick of playing "Brown Eyed Girl," though it got me into a lot of dorm rooms. So I jumped into the songwriting thing pretty fast down here. I met this guy Doggy, who’s a legend down here. He was my drummer for a long time. We used to play in the street, on the subways, around Astor Place, by the cube. We were walking around trying to find our first gig here. He played stand-up snare drum with cymbal. I played guitar. I played everything a hundred miles an hour. I can’t even play that fast anymore.

And one day we went into Nightingales on 2nd Avenue and they were having a Hardcore Matinee and by chance the late Tom Price just told us to get up and play. That was our first gig in the East Village and Tom turned out to be this great guy. That’s how I got hooked up down here and then I met the person who was managing Nightingales started managing this place called Chameleons on 6th Street by Sidewalk and we started playing there every Friday night.

I lived in this place in Brooklyn for 21 years, from between ages 21 and 42. That’s a lot of life and a lot of growing up. It was kind of legendary. I had two floors in that place, it was an old pre-civil war bar and I had a full recording studio in the basement. It was right on top of the Manhattan Bridge, right on it. It was me, Lenny Kaye from the Patti Smith Group and Jim Carroll, the poet and rockstar, who lived upstairs. Every band that came through town crashed there. It was really a waystation for so many touring bands.

I used to have these Thanksgiving parties for like 15 years. The last one we had over 250 people. My mom was from a town of 600 people. She had never been on a plane before, but I flew her out for 8 years in a row. The last one we did I cooked like five turkeys and four hams. I used every oven in the building running up and down the stairs. Live music all night long.

Once in awhile you just hit a snare in life and just go into a funk. You never know what causes it and sometimes it’s hard to shake out of it. This piece of shit bought the building after all those years and started kicking everyone out. We were in court for a year and finally we had to go. They tore the place down and the asshole who bought the building ended up going to jail for green card fraud. I worked for so hard for so long on music, busting my ass and then sometimes when you don’t get enough back, or you get the praise and acclaim, but then you don’t get enough other stuff back, things don’t come to fruition, and you get a little frustrated.

Some people work through it, some people can snap out of it, or some people like me think it’s a good idea to sit and drink a case of beer and stare at the wall. Then the next thing you know six or seven years go by and you think, ‘Hmmm, I haven’t been doing the work I used to do.’ I got burned out emotionally. I just got tired of it. It sounds like a cop out, but it’s not. Sometimes you get your ass kicked from all different sides and you decide to just start going through the motions to do whatever gets you through the day.

Now I’ve got a new lease on life where I’m kind of inspired. I’ve got a new album coming out. It's coming full circle. The guy who answered my only fan letter and made me move to New York, Marshall Crenshaw, whose a legend and one of the greatest living songwriters and guitar players in the world, is playing on three of the songs. It’s kind of coming full circle. It’s special to me.

I also host the Treehouse at 2A on Sunday nights. It was something I started two and a half years ago. Over the years I told them they should have live music up there, so finally they let me. It’s every Sunday night and it’s free. I only book people who I trust and like because I don’t have the pressure to put on four bands a night. When someone says, I wrote this song last night, of course it could go either way, but it can be pretty exciting to hear someone doing something for the first time. I take the Treehouse very personally. I want to keep it going because there’s just nothing like it anymore. All those places are gone or closing. I’m trying to keep alive something kinda like I had when I first moved here.

I wasn’t exactly a badass out causing trouble kind of guy, but 29 years later I’m still here. My dad told me, I used to think you were the crazy one, but now I think you’re the smart one. I don’t have a house, I don’t have a bunch of kids, but I’ve at least lived my life.

James Maher is a fine art and studio photographer based in the East Village. Find his website here.

Monday, March 31, 2008

Yankee Stadium 2009 Opening Day

Every so often, EV Grieve will -- gasp! -- venture above 14th Street. Such as catching a game at Yankee Stadium. Today, of course, is opening day at Yankee Stadium, the last one in its current home. (Not that they'll even play today -- looks like rain.) What will opening day in the schmancy new stadium look like next year? Here you go. Meanwhile, I'll go look for a $14 cup of Budweiser and $7.50 stale pretzel.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Week in Grieview

Stories posted on EVG this past week included...

At Ray's 84th birthday celebration at Ray's Candy Store (Tuesday)

Astor Plate coming to Astor Place (Friday)

Chester Kawalec, longtime grill man at the Stage, has died (Thursday)

Pourt softly opens on Cooper Square (Monday)

Office space on St. Mark's Place back on the market and still ghost free (Friday)

Last look at the old Lanza's (Thursday)

An Obama tribute on Bond (Thursday)

Developers pitching the city for 4 more floors at former Peter Stuyvesant Post Office (Monday)

A winterized Bowery Market, now down to 3 vendors (Tuesday)

Checking in on 'Urbanmythology' on the Houston/Bowery Mural Wall (Thursday)

Sushi and pizza coming soon to the Bowery (Wednesday)

MTA announces public workshops to discuss the upcoming (2019!) L train shutdown (Wednesday)

Malcriada, a Latin gastropub, opens on Super Bowl Sunday (Wednesday)

114 E. 7th St. sells for $13.8 million (Wednesday)

No Malice Palace remains closed for now after the death of its owner (Monday)

I love you to gigabits: Pop the question, see your names on a LinkNYC kiosk (Tuesday)

Construction watch: 127 Avenue D (Tuesday)

For rent signage arrives at the former Sigmund Pretzel Shop space on Avenue B (Monday)


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Monday, September 6, 2010

I know what we did last summer

Since Memorial Day, I've posted nearly 750 items... and, for as quickly as the summer seemingly passed by, looking back at some of these things from the summer seems like years ago...

Let's go back to Memorial Day weekend... and work our way to Labor Day... here are a few items from the last three months...


2 Cooper Square is charing upwards of $20,000 a month for rents... the most ever for the East Village...


Shrek was put on sale then thrown away on Avenue A...


People discarded couches and fake fries...


Someone overturned all the trash cans in Tompkins Square Park...


We went to Bike Noise 3 in Tompkins Square Park...


We went to the Loisaida Festival on Avenue C....


We went to the BP protest on Houston....


The new fence at the Cooper Square Hotel got tagged... and cleaned...


You had a chance to become Tom Cruise's neighbor....


We looked at the changing corners of the Bowery...


The Post investigated the shocking truth that people under 21 will often try to buy beer and drink it.


We were told not to shoot heroin during brunch at 7A.


There was a wild scene in front of Northern Spy.


L.E.S. Jewels went to jail.


We debated over the future of Avenue A and Second Street, where Frank Prisinzano wanted to open a fast-food Italian eatery.


We learned about the Dogs Tied Up site.


The Mosaic Man returned to his trail with an apprentice.


Construction started on the new home for the Lower Eastside Girls Club.


The Shepard Fairey mural got ugly fast.


Germany 4, England 1.


More press for the East Village noise wars.


We saw how fabulous and diverse 2 Cooper Square will be.


A man was charged for stomping a puppy to death in Tompkins Square Park.


Germany invades Avenue C.


It was pretty fucking hot for a long time.


The fire on Avenue A and Houston.


Tompkins Square Park lost trees to Dutch Elm disease.


Tuli Kupferberg passed away.


Ray got a three-year lease.


The summer of bedbugs.


Cooper Union shuts down its skateboarding ramp.


We discussed the First Avenue bike lanes. Which we're still doing today.


Summer of Sammy.


RIP Markey Hayden Bena.


We continued to protect our community gardens.


The 13th Step owner talked with us about his new bar.


Chloe Sevigny is still not on the Community Board.


Another weekend in the neighborhood.


120 St. Mark's Place still doesn't have a Certificate of Occupancy.


We looked at stupid pretzel ads.


Kurve/Rhong Tiam finally closed.


Tompkins Square Park supervisor Harry Greenberg retires.


We invented the community board/State Liquor Authority Drinking Game.


Cheap Shots ditches the truck bombs.


Luster retired the Mariah Carey armpit-sniffing photo.


East Village No. 1 for hipsters!


[Bob Arihood]

Drama at the Key Food recycling center.


The Shepard Fairey mural was removed.


NYU returned to classes.


There was a deadly shooting outside Sin Sin.


Village Fabrics says goodbye.


Oops! A reader wondered why we didn't include something about the Smurfs!


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