As a huuuge and borderline-obsessed “Friends” fan (she says, sipping from an oversized Central Perk mug), I would have given my left ovary to hang out with Joey, Monica, Chandler, Ross, Phoebe and Rachel at their favorite coffee shop. And come September, I can have the next best thing. Warner Bros. Television Group, Warner Bros. Consumer Products, and Eight O’Clock Coffee are teaming up to recreate Central Perk at a pop-up location in Manhattan, 20 years after the pilot episode aired. Oh, but there’s more… Keep reading »
What’s the best thing in the world? Wine. And what’s the next best thing to wine? Nutella, obviously. So when Mario Batali’s massive NYC-based Italian marketplace, Eataly, was forced to close its wine shop due to a technicality in New York State Liquor Authority laws, he decided to dedicate the space to the next best thing: nutella. A nutella bar, to be exact, where customers can choose from a wide variety of breads, crepes, and pastries, slathered with Nutella to order. Plus, if you stop in on Monday, May 12th, between 5PM and 9PM, you can score a free slice of pane con Nutella, aka a hunk of rustic bread slathered with the magical spread. Go get your free Nutella, New Yorkers, you totally deserve it! The rest of us can drool over the full menu here, and plan our trips accordingly. [Gothamist]
Christmas in New York City would be nothing without Rockefeller Center, home of the renowned 80-foot Christmas tree and the ice skating rink that doubles as the planet’s favorite wedding proposal location. It’s a place full of traditions, but this year may see the absence of a favorite — the rink’s beloved Skating Santa.
Paul Chernosky, Rockefeller Center’s Santa extraordinaire, has spent the past 15 holiday seasons making families smile and taking pictures with skaters. However, Grinch-like management changes this year have caused Paul to be fired without warning.
Paul was shocked by the sudden job loss:
“I was always told in the past that as long as I wanted the job I had it. … I felt very appreciated and praised for my work, and then all of a sudden: boom. The rug was just pulled out from under my feet.” Keep reading »
The internet is the land of over-sharing, and it appears that the interweb gods have now gifted us with one of the most useful over-shares of all: a nifty little map of which New York City neighborhoods are having the most sex. New Yorkers tend to be a little too obsessed with analyzing themselves, but this is one subject I’ll let that slide for. Keep reading »
In the twelve years that Mayor Bloomberg has presided over New York City, the Department of Health and Mental Hygiene (srsly, that’s for real, MENTAL HYGIENE) has been responsible for quite a few not always-well-received ad campaigns. The words “controversial” and occasionally “insensitive” come to mind — hello, human fat being poured out of a soda bottle; nice to see you, comically-crying “child of a teen mother.” (There was also that time they took a photo of a healthy two-legged man and Photoshopped him into a diabetes-suffering amputee.)
The department’s latest venture, which takes the form of posters to be found primarily in subways and on street corners, takes a slightly different approach than the usual I’m hungover and even if I weren’t I still didn’t really need to see that on my way to work this morning scare tactics. In fact, the NYC Girls Project is the rare positive stab at successful outreach. The posters, as well as the accompanying city-sponsored fitness programs and #imagirl Twitter campaign, are aimed at young girls aged 7 to 12. As more than 80 percent of 10-year-old girls are “afraid of being fat,” and with “body satisfaction” hitting rock bottom between 12 and 15, the idea behind the campaign is that some of these body image issues can be addressed as early as possible before things start to get rough (which we all know they will anyway, of course). Keep reading »
This is an image taken directly from the New York City MTA of what one of the downtown subway stations looks like post-Hurricane Sandy. That’s an entire subway tunnel full of water — and salt water at that — which rusts out subway trains and tracks, leaving them non-functioning. Whoa boy.