Shield your eyes
Barilla’s efforts to get outside the blue box aren’t going so well. Read More
MUMPS & MIDTERMS
One of the rooms will be decorated with mug shots of celebs like Lindsay Lohan and Frank Sinatra. Read More
Fordham students might want to stay in this weekend. Read More
If you clean your plate with the dishwasher, machine wash your clothes or use the freight elevator to take out trash, you might knock out power to the neighborhood. Read More
All neighborhoods are somewhat in thrall to Manhattan, but Long Island City is haunted by it. By day, it’s noisy with the squeal and clatter of elevated trains, the rumble of delivery trucks on the 59th Street Bridge and the hum of subways beneath the sidewalks—a cacophony of people and paraphernalia, all shuttling across the East River. In the evening, the neighborhood is illuminated by the pale glow of Midtown skyscrapers and the streets hue yellow with the tide of returning taxis.
That Long Island City should be the next up-and-coming neighborhood has seemed obvious for decades; New York magazine christened it the next hot neighborhood in 1980, an imprimatur it would not give to Williamsburg for 12 more years. “Plainly, something is happening in Long Island City,” the magazine wrote and plainly, something was. Condos and chic restaurants were in the works, giddy developers were throwing around phrases like “Soho-plus” and “oil field,” and Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman were zipping over to play afternoon games at Tennisport. Its vast stretches of sparsely populated land were so obviously ripe for redevelopment that its ascendance seemed all but inevitable—a fait accompli that for reasons no one ever quite seems able to account for has always fallen just short of accompli.
In the decades since, it has been called the next Williamsburg, the next Dumbo, the next Bushwick, Astoria-lite and, most inelegantly, “Fort Greene 10 years ago”—its arrival just as inevitable and just as elusive as it has always been, a thing that must be and yet is not.
Mayor Michael Bloomberg has decided to scrap his ambitious proposal to rezone east Midtown. That’s unfortunate but for the best. The plan was doomed anyway: Incoming Mayor Bill de Blasio opposed the plan, as did many members of the City Council.
Last week, The Observer ventured to New York City’s drunken iceberg, the Minus 5 Ice Bar at the Hilton Hotel. Herewith, a blow-by-blow account of our chilling experience.
Minus5 Log, 6:30 p.m.:
It’s one of those days when New Yorkers are perpetually sweaty. We make our way to the chilly front doors of the Read More
Just like every other business in Midtown, Mister Softee is taking a bite out of tourists’ paychecks by charging up to $2 more for a cone than in other New York neighborhoods. Citizens, where’s your outrage?
A New York Post “investigation” revealed that ice cream cones at eight different locations in Midtown cost $3 to $4, whereas locations in Park Slope and Harlem charged $2 for the same frozen treats.
Chef Philippe Massoud is Lebanese, a fact that has made both his life and his cuisine complicated. While the times now are at a dizzying high (his restaurant, Ilili, has grown into a rave hit for the midtown crowd and is attracting executives, celebrities and royalty alike), he was also forced to flee his home Read More