Perfect summer weekend weather should never be taken for granted here in NYC or anywhere for that matter. Sometimes we get so used to just staying close by in our local areas that we shun venturing outwards to explore a bit outside of our comfort zones. With miles and miles of mass transit – subways and buses – it’s very easy to check out the farther regions of each borough if so inclined. One such spot we took a day trip to this past weekend was up to City Island in the Bronx. Now, the Bronx has it’s good and bad areas just like most do no matter where you go, but City Island is kind of stuck back in time and has a New England fishing village appeal to it. Fun spots to dine at, boutique stores line it’s main street – City Island Avenue – with boat yards, marinas, and the water views are beautiful. It’s only about mile long walk and there is enough to see and do along the way to enjoy a nice weekend day there. Take the #6 local subway to the last stop on the line, Pelham Bay Park, then jump on the close by Bx29 bus to City Island Ave. I would suggest to get off at the last stop and head over to Johnny’s Famous Reef Restaurant for a deliciously greasy fried fish lunch, and then take a walk later on to explore and help burn off a few of those calories!
Three things at the top of my “lust list” –
Benton’s Old Fashioned with bacon infused bourbon for the win!
Yes, Please Don’t Tell can at times have an excessively long wait to get it, and waiting on that line to get into the phone booth for the not-so-secret-anymore entrance is still a bit of a goofy thrill in a “Get Smart” agent kind of way. I always thought it was both funny and ingenious to hide a speakeasy connected to a terrific hot dog joint such as Crif Dogs. You wait. You get hungry. You eat. Yes, I have ended up eating a few bacon wrapped dogs while waiting to get in and get my drink on! Continue reading Shhhhh! Please Don’t Tell about this NYC speakeasy.
Sometimes you just want to see a bunch of guys up on a stage sing female rock and pop anthems. When that bunch of guys just happens to be The Dan Band you know you’re in for a rollicking good time with plenty of laughs thrown in. I was lucky enough to have scored a few blogger press passes for last night’s opening show of their four date residency at the fabulous Stage 48 event space. Dan Finnerty and his group of hired guns certainly did not disappoint while whipping the crowd into a frenzy of guffaws and sing alongs.
Words just can’t describe my new found love for this craptacular bar! I mean, it has a freaking toilet as it’s profile picture on review sites. How can you not love a dive bar that gives new meaning to what a dive is supposed to be about? Oddly unique, yet you feel afraid for your safety just a bit, but still drawn to it like a drug addict trapped in a crack house.
Um, what is this dark weird little fake bar before a bar that you have to pass through to get to The Duck? Is this a dive speakeasy kind of thing? Some beefy dude at the door checks your ID and lets you in. You meander through the empty faux bar in front to get to the entrance of the real bar.
Then it hits you when you walk in. What is this wonderful place that looks like a hospital or insane asylum basement dorm room decorated in the most makeshift way? It’s almost as if a bunch of drunk college kids watched Animal House and decided to make mom and dad’s basement a dive bar with crap they found on the side of the road or in a dumpster. There are wires, cables, extension cords, and surge protectors hanging all over the place. One short and the place goes up in a burst of flame! Beer signage, strange memorabilia, and old discarded bras hang on the wall and ceiling. Christmas lights. A few tables and chairs to sit at next to the bar. A pool table in front of a large projection flat screen from 1990 which I think is broken. Continue reading I love The Duck – a trashy weirdo dive bar in NYC!