A few weeks ago, I crossed the Hudson River to Jersey City, NJ for dinner at Thirty Acres. Only a few blocks from the PATH train at Grove Street station, the restaurant is easily accessible from Manhattan and located in a cute neighborhood perfect for walking around as you wait for your table.
Corny as it sounds, I love the idea of a 24-hour restaurant in the city that never sleeps. It’s kind of like having the Statue of Liberty on the island: I may not visit often, but it’s so nice to know that it’s there. French Roast has been around as long as I can remember: when I first started in publishing over 20 years ago, I remember stopping by the West Village French Roast bar for a cabernet and conversation with, oh, about 25 of my closest friends.
Most movie theaters offer overly buttered popcorn and fountain drinks at the concession stands; however, at Williamsburg’s Nitehawk Cinema, moviegoers can enjoy a full meal with beer and cocktails from the lobby bar.
Was dubious the right word for what I felt before heading out to a press dinner at Table Verte on a recent rainy April evening? Nervous might have been a better word for me, Lois Levine, lover of all things sirloin and then some. I have been a happy red-and white-meat eater ever since I was a child, when my mother swore that I had experienced hamburgers and french fries in every restaurant in the tri-state area, since that was one of the only things this very picky meat-eater would ever choose in a restaurant.
Waffles are one of my favorite foods and waffle sandwiches from Waffle & Wolf just make a good food even better.
On Friday night, I had an impromptu get together with a friend. She is my go-to person for happy hour and we usually go to the same spots. However, on this particular occasion, she wanted to try something different. With a little research, we decided on Raymi, a Peruvian restaurant near Madison Square Park.
If you can’t make it to the Caribbean, why not check out the next best thing—the West Indian-American Day Carnival held along the Eastern Parkway in Crown Heights, Brooklyn.
In NYC, all the cool kids go to flea markets. I mean, think about it—you basically have a one-stop shop for unique vintage threads, handcrafted furniture, vinyl records, artwork and probably anything else you can imagine. If you're looking to hang with the popular crowd this weekend, I suggest a trip to the Brooklyn Flea’s Fort Greene location.