Great hidden spot on the UES / Yorkville for tiki like cocktails in a lounge setting. It’s almost as if a prohibition era speakeasy was mutated with a tiki bar dashed with a bit of the Maltese Falcon thrown in for good measure. When we walked in here I thought I had entered a bar somewhere downtown, but was so surprised that it’s in my hood!
More and more of these terrific spots are opening up around here and it’s another nice addition to the burgeoning bar scene that seems to be happening in the area. Why schlep all the way downtown and back when locally there are so many choice bars around here now? Some nights you just want to stay close to home. Continue reading Upper East Side does the JBird in NYC!→
Such a terrific little French-Alsatian bistro that has opened up literally right across the street from where we live!
Oui! Oui! Bonjour!
I was quite surprised to see something this different and European open up right behind a part of 2nd Ave that is still engulfed in the nightmare subway construction that never seems to end in this part of town. There was a pretty decent pizza shop that was in this space for the past few years when it suddenly closed down. Within a short amount of time La Tarte Flambee opened up shop and has been a nice success story.
I do have a problem. I have to admit it, but I am constantly in denial. Yes, no, yes, no. Maybe I need an intervention. I’ll still deny it. Then go out and do it again.
Yes, I am a peanut addict.
No, you don’t understand. I AM OBSESSED WITH PEANUTS. I can eat them all day long. I have sat on the couch with a spoon and jar of peanut butter and finished it while watching TV – many times. If there is a bowl of peanuts on the bar I will glom it all. I have left work to go find jars of peanuts to bring back to my desk. I have no shame! I have relatives giving me jumbo bags of roasted peanuts in the shell for Christmas, holidays, events, and my birthday. Supermarkets fear me. Yes, there are enablers all around me. Continue reading I am peanut obsessed in NYC! Don’t judge me!→
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.→