New York City Summer Restaurant Week is 10 days away, beginning on July 23rd and going all the way to August 17th. That gives you plenty of time to experience several different hotspots who are pulling out all the stops for this once a year experience. So sit down, get your bib on, and get ready to devour the delicious food at the following locations.
Are you looking for a unique spin on a frosty, summer treat that goes outside ordering from a simple ice cream truck? Several restaurants in and around the Big Apple are looking to cool you down over the next couple of months with these delicious delights for you to devour!
On a recent Saturday afternoon in June, I begrudgingly trudged downtown to SubCulture, the intimate, posh venue housed at 45 Bleecker Street. It was one of the first gorgeous days of spring that New Yorkers had the opportunity to savor and I regretted my decision to spend it in a dark basement with Astor Piazzolla.
Pod BK Hotel, located off the L train at 247 Metropolitan Avenue, was THE place to be last night as they opened their fabulous rooftop bar called RFTP.
Tang Hotpot is unlike anything I have ever had in New York City and beyond. It’s something that I would like to try again, although to be quite honest I had a hard time figuring out the ins and outs of the entire process prior to putting all of the extraordinarily delicious ingredients in one bowl.
One of Ben Strothmann’s earliest NYC memories is when his voice teacher tells him, “Ben, you are living your life in a constant state of reaction to people and things around you. You’re not an authentic person.”
I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Lower East Side hotspot Vandal has introduced a brand new Double IPA Burger… and its f***ing awesome.
Laura Bush made cowboy cookies. She also killed a guy. Both disparate statements are true and each forms the basis for Ian Allen’s warped comedy, Laura Bush Killed A Guy, playing through this weekend at The Flea Theater. The solo show marks the New York premiere from the DC-based theater company, The Klunch.
I went on a voyage of sorts this past Wednesday night that took me out of Manhattan and into Jersey City with a bunch of other writers. The place that we all headed to was called Surf City, which provided us with such a unique and thrilling experience that is still giving me a big smile on my face today.
On a sunny, 73-degree day in June, I took the Hampton Jitney from Manhattan to a stop in the North Fork of Long Island called Peconic. Across the street from the bus stop, a large black van waited with a suit- and sunglasses-wearing driver. The van would take me, and a small group of other food and beverage enthusiasts, to pick fresh strawberries, drink locally made rosé, and taste Cabernet-infused chocolates.