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Our Gothamist House series returns! You can visit past episodes here. As anyone who attended an American college sometime in the past 30 years can attest, there are few more nightmarish questions than, "Can you come...
In a 2015 Gothamist story headlined "Millennials Are Moving To Buffalo & Living Like Kings," Jordan Teicher reported that the rust belt town was enjoying a "comeback," with census data showing a surge of college graduates under...
At some point every New Yorker indulges in a cliched, yet gratifying, "HEY, I'M WALKIN' HERE" moment while trying to cross the street. But loudmouth provocateur Jeff Seal has taken this timeless pedestrian-motorist tango to a new level with his latest video, which finds him creatively confronting drivers who fail to yield at intersections. First Seal tries to shame them (Spoiler: the drivers are shameless), then he gives them a taste of their own medicine, and when that doesn't seem to make much of a difference, well... just watch:
Video by Jessica Leibowitz /Gothamist Sitting down all day may be slowly killing you, but sitting down on the subway is sometimes just the thing you need after a long day at the office, doing errands,...
If you wanted an examination of why TSA lines are so long, a guide to making savory Japanese pancakes or rules for befriending street dogs around NYC, Gothamist Films was on it in 2016. Below, check...
While the majority of the city sleeps, Ray Alvarez deep fries Oreos, slathers chili and cheese on hot dogs, and keeps the coffee pot full at his eponymous shop on Avenue A. Since 1974, Alvarez and Ray's Candy Store have kept the East Village well fed at all hours of the night and day, from the street punks and bohemians through to NYU kids and tourists who populate much of the area around Tompkins Square Park. For all these years, Alvarez has kept a close watch from behind his counter or from his apartment above the shop, barely missing a shift in 43 years.
When NYC college kids rotate out of their dormitories at the end of the school year, many of them leave behind a rich wake of discarded possessions that surface in big dumpsters out on the street. This is a very special time of year for New Yorkers who love hunting for free stuff—according to filmmaker Jeff Seal, some scavengers call it "Punk Christmas." Here's his deep dive into the world of collegiate detritus.
The rattling carts stacked with steaming baskets of dumplings and buns, the clink of lids atop fragrant pots of tea, the decoration of the bill denoting each of the many rounds of dishes: dim sum is a feast for all of the senses.
Just because you've bonded for life with a dog you've just met doesn't mean you can ignore the boundaries of social etiquette around the human in charge of that pup.
In a city that's seemingly being overrun with chain restaurants, people love to brag about "hidden gems" that have been around for years and aren't going anywhere—but few eateries are as hidden as Acuario Cafe, a Dominican restaurant tucked away in a Hell's Kitchen freight elevator vestibule.
"Just like grandma used to make" is much more than a clever advertising scheme, it's literally what's happening at Staten Island's Enoteca Maria, where the kitchen's staffed not by professionally trained chefs, but by a fleet of "nonnas" from around the world. For more than a decade, owner Jody Scaravella has opened his kitchens to grandmothers cooking the cuisines of their native countries. It started with just Italian grandmothers, after his own heritage, but has since expanded to include dozens of women from places like Argentina, Algeria, Syria, the Dominican Republic, Poland, Liberia, and Nigeria.
The "butter of the sea" is just about the perfect way to describe the creamy, decadent innards of the hedgehog-like sea urchin—known as uni in Japan. The golden-hued foodstuff is popular all across the globe, prized for its complementary sweet and salty notes, which can be appreciated simply on their own or to add flavor and richness to a dish. Just like butter, uni makes everything better.
Forest Hills is one of those neighborhoods in New York City that doesn't really look like New York City. With Tudor and colonial-style housing, and stretches of the neighborhood resembling a platonic ideal of Main Street, U.S.A., it is exactly the kind of place you'd expect to find an old school ice cream parlor. Enter: Eddie's Sweet Shop, a beloved local ice cream parlor that has been around for almost half a century, after it took over the space from another ice cream parlor that opened in 1909!
I wanted to make this trip ever since my friend told me about it. I liked the idea that I could catch out somewhere that was near a subway stop and then just make it back it home the same or next day. Normally, if you train hop somewhere it's a huge journey and you can spend days waiting for a train—in this case if a train didn't come I'd just take the subway home and try again another day.
Cookie DeJesus has always wanted to be a mermaid. "I was nine or ten years old, I saw the movie Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid. I fell in love, and I had to be a mermaid," the 54-year-old Harlem resident told us one sunny day in July, while lounging on the Coney Island beach in a sparkly bikini top and matching tail. "It’s a freedom, being in the water, and you’re one with the sea. There's nothing like it." But for most of her life, De Jesus had to contend with being a mermaid alone, through her computer screen.
This giant cat lives in Williamsburg, and is 4-feet-long!
Video by Jessica Leibowitz Vinnie Barbaccia was a teenager working the window at the Lemon Ice King of Corona back in 1964. At the time, founder Peter Benfaremo—who opened up shop in the '50s—was feverishly working...
If you stopped every time someone veered into your path while you're biking over the Brooklyn Bridge, you'd never make it anywhere. The trick is to keep one hand on your bell, the other on your brake, and your eyes scanning near and far for tourists traversing the bike path backwards, forwards, sidewise, and sometimes hopping, to get the perfect shot, not to mention whole church groups tottering on rented bikes, and Kryptonite-chain-wearing road warriors blazing paths through the fleshy masses.
Video by Jessica Leibowitz Summer in India is a sweltering affair. During the pre-monsoon months of April and May, temperatures on the subcontinent can climb well above 100 degrees. In hopes of keeping cool, millions of...
Video by Jessica Leibowitz If you don't have a problem with heights in New York, there are plenty of ways you can taunt gravity and risk arrest. You can climb the Brooklyn Bridge and take a...
Korean BBQ is one of the most fun and delicious communal dining experiences one can have, but for a newbie who doesn't know their banchan from their bulgogi, or their soju and their ssambap, it can be a little intimidating the first time. For starters, what type of meat should I order, and how much? What's the deal with all those plates of food I didn't order that the server just dropped at my table? What the hell do I do with that basket of lettuce?
Earlier this week Amanda Cohen of Dirt Candy debuted her latest creation: Popcorn Beets with Thai Green Curry Ranch Dressing. Cohen often creates painstakingly complex dishes for her vegetarian clientele, the likes of which we've never...
If you stand on Washington Street in DUMBO, you will never be alone. The stretch between Plymouth and Front streets is often filled with people—standing on cobblestone and surrounded by old brick buildings—pointing their phones at...
The Queens-based beekeeper Tom Wilk has had to deal with many instances of anti-bee stigma. "I had a hive in this great backyard in Middle Village," Wilk explains. "The next door neighbor says, 'I'm calling the cops. I can't sit on my porch at night and smoke my cigar.'" Wilk insists such fears are unwarranted. "Honeybees stay inside the hive at night. They don't go out looking for nectar, so you can sit on your porch at night and smoke a cigar."
In this golden age of the lobster roll, the succulent crustaceans arrive on our plates fully plucked and ready to be relished. But in reality, the spiny critters require considerable effort and expertise to break loose from their prison shell. Unless you grew up frequenting the shacks of the Maine coast or on a tropical island somewhere, the task of freeing the sweet meat from the hard shell can be an experience ending in tears, frustration and maybe a few minor flesh wounds.
A beloved summertime tradition returned to Williamsburg last week with the lifting of the four ton, five story Giglio tower outside Our Lady of Mount Carmel church on Havemeyer Street. The ceremonial lifting of the tower is the centerpiece of a 12-day Italian street festival packed with kiddie rides, a Ferris wheel, carnival games, and more tasty zeppoles, braciola, and sausages than you can shake a mortadella at.
Instead of relying on arbitrary real estate demarcations or our digital overlords over at Google Maps, we ventured to Tompkins Square Park to ask real New Yorkers where they think the East Village borders lie.
Hillary Clinton may have been mocked for mis-swiping her MetroCard, but no New Yorker, not even the most native among us, has a .400 swiping record—there is no Ted Williams of swiping. Embrace our commonality in this.
Seasoned Manhattan cyclists know to expect delays along 8th Avenue in midtown, where tourists—and locals trying to get around all the tourists—routinely promenade through the bike lane like it's a verdant pedestrian plaza nestled in the heart of some Swiss skiing village. Filmmaker and cyclist Jeff Seal, however, is fed up with the situation, and he recently decided to document the absurd chaos that is the 8th Avenue bike, capturing it in all its frustrating, lawless glory.