JC (in)Flux

(Chow)down - Two Boots (or not to Boot)

2012-03-29T11:41:00.001-04:00

'Two Boots' has been a NY pizza staple since 1987, with 8 locations in Manhattan and 1 in Brooklyn. Named after the geographical shapes of Italy and Louisiana, the idea behind 'Two Boots' came from two indie filmmakers who had a flair and love for Cajun food and culture. They took their love of Cajun food, added some Italian flavors, and opened their first shop at 37 Avenue A in the East Village. The pizza quickly became a fan favorite thanks to its unique and distinct cornmeal crust. If you have yet to try a slice from 'Two Boots' your wait is almost over as they will soon open on Newark Avenue in downtown Jersey City.

I recently emailed 'Two Boots' owner, Phil Hartman, to get the skinny on the new spot. Mr. Hartman stated that he hopes to be open "sometime in April," though no exact date was given. As someone who often tends to wobble to the 'chicken spot' or 'Paradise' after late-night bar hopping, I asked Phil if 'Two Boots' intends to be open late enough to help soak up the booze. "Yes," Phil responded, "we'll be open late enough to tend to the late-night revelers." With only 3 locations outside of the New York City, I was curious as to why they chose Jersey City for the next location? "We're in Jersey City because a) we think it's cool, and b) our friend and partner at this location, Aaron Morrill of 'Fizzy Lizzy' fame, lives nearby and is a huge JC advocate." Fair enough. The only thing left to do is get a slice recommendation for opening day. "I always recommend starting with a slice of plain cheese - which is not plain at all - and then, if you can handle spicy food, please try The Bayou Beast, a quintessential slice that combines Cajun and Italian flavors. Enjoy!" Enjoy indeed.

(Chow)down - The little Parlor that could

2012-03-16T18:24:00.002-04:00

It's been more than a year since I had the pleasure of treating myself to 'Torico's' delicious homemade ice cream. Last summer was especially hard, as there seemed to be a vicious rumor spread around downtown every month or so that the opening was drawing near. And no matter how many times they would etch a new date onto the handwritten sign that was scotch taped to the front door, I still held out hope.

Torico's has been my go to spot ever since 'Rands' shut its sliding window for the last time. Torico's longer than expected closing forced me to frequent 'Mister Softy' for my late night ice cream fix. I love the damn jingle just as much as the next guy, but the ice cream doesn't live up to the tune. It's for these reasons that I was delighted to see the decor of Torico's ice cream parlor nearing completion.

I peeped 'Torico's' Facebook page in hope of finding a definitive opening date. No such luck. What I did find was an ambiguous status posted on March 15th that wished us well and will give us an opening date 'as soon as we are able.' Best status update ever. Here's to hoping it's sooner rather than later.

(Spot)light - Whippet Good

2012-02-23T12:53:00.002-05:00

Much has changed on Newark Avenue since I attended private school in the Paulus Hook section of downtown. Gone are the cornucopias of 99¢ stores (1 is still going strong) and in place the shell of what some call 'restaurant row.' Some stores have lasted the 3 decades I've spent wandering, such as Morlees, Helen's Pizza, Hudson Camera and astonishingly, National Discount. I've often wondered how National Discount affords to keep the lights on. Brimming with curiosity, I spent 20 minutes of my exciting day browsing the dusty shelves and walked away with no clear answer. Though one item stood out to me amongst the piles of trash; whippets.

Once left to late night trips into the now extinct head shops of 8th street, whippets are conveniently available just steps away from Barcade. Who knew? Clearly some of you have. Advertised on fluorescent signs that seem to demand me into an S&M act rather than a 30 second high, National Discount sells these little bullets by the box or individually. A loosie will set you back $1.50 while a box of 20 goes for $20. That's an average rise of $1 a year over the past decade. Whether you're looking to make some homemade whip cream or need a quick rush of hippie crack, National Discount has the goods.

Cracker, balloons and brain cells not included.

(FY)Information - 2011 through a Lense

2011-12-09T12:42:00.001-05:00

I realized pretty early on that my brain works similar to a camera (unfortunately the same can't be said for my teachers and guardians). I look at an image, develop it and store it to memory. I learn through visuals, understand through visuals and think in visuals. These are reasons why I understand people more through their body language rather than the BS spewed from their lips. I believe these brain mechanics helped develop my passion and eventual career in filmmaking. Nothing sums up an event, experience or year like a perfectly timed photograph. They're often a powerful trigger that can take you back to a time and place, reigniting the feelings that your loss of memory struggles to find. Click on the links below and jog your memory of 2011 through some powerful imagery.

Links to Year in Review:

45 Most Powerful Images of 2011

Reuters Photographs of the year

(spot)light - Hurricane Bawbag or Why I love the Scots

2011-12-08T21:26:00.004-05:00

Hurricane Irene wreaked havoc for thousands along the east coast this past summer, causing flooding, downed-trees and left many without power. The act of calling Irene, Irene, comes from a long history of humans personifying nature with boring ass names. These names in many ways represent hysterical ignorance. For example, hurricanes that hit the West Indies in the 19th and early 20th century were named after saints. Of course they'd be named after saints, as they were clearly a blessing in disguise. The US weather service only named hurricanes after females until the 1970s, when they finally decided that men could destroy homes too. Check that as a win for the women's rights movement. All the hurricane naming system really does is put a perfectly OK name out of commission. How many Katrina's do you think have been born since 2005? My guess is not many.

Enter the always hysterical and brutally honest Scots. Today Scotland was hit with a rare inland hurricane. With 100mph+ winds and serious storm surges it would seem nothing to make fun of. In traditional Scottish fashion that's exactly what they've done. The Scots endearingly named the storm Hurricane Bawbag. No one is really sure where it started but boy has it caught on. Not just the young, hip and twitter-obsessed are using it. Council members, meteorologists and Scots of all ages and types are referring to this storm as a nut sac - or an idiot, depending how you use it. It's moments like these that remind me of why I look back on Scotland so fondly and how much I often miss the country and people. The weather... now that's another story.

(FY)Information - Power of Suggestion

2011-11-08T10:03:00.001-05:00

Hundreds of days have passed since the corruption sting that led to several incarcerations and two open council seats. Today marks the first time voters can have a say in who should be appointed to these positions. With that being said, this blog is my attempt at motivating folk to get to the polls and help shape local politics. Just pretend it's a Friday night and you're on your way to your favorite watering hole. Or kindly reward yourself with a drink after doing your civic duty. If we would come out to vote like we do for lagers we would carry some serious political clout. The polls are open from 6am to 8pm.

While I'm at it, I'd like to publicly throw my rising weight behind Dan Levin. Dan Levin sits on the board of Bike JC and has a long record of advocating for the arts and proper political reform. He's intelligent, hard working and a true believer in progressive ideals. There are 17 people running for these seats, so look for Dan's name in the bottom right of the ballot; 15f.

(spot)light - Swedish Garbs

2011-11-04T22:26:00.001-04:00

H&M officially opened its doors in Newport last Thursday offering 2 floors of skintight clothes. The location carries ready-to-wear for men, women, tweens and rug rats. Cutting through the mall I could not ignore the blaring beats of Ke$ha, matched only in annoyance by the gaggle of giggling schools girls flocking to the newly opened retailer. While the men's section was half the size of the ladies, it still offered some stylish and affordable (i.e. Made in Bangladesh) choices. This store is yet another small step in H&M's quest to rid the world of baggy jeans and solid colors.

The real story is not in this small, somewhat inconsequential opening, but in H&M's rise to the top of the retail food chain. H&M (Hennes & Mauritz) has climbed its way up the ladder becoming the world's 2nd largest fashion retailer. H&M has over 2,300 stores in 41 countries and made a staggering $716,000,000 profit between June and August of this year alone. Can't get enough of the euro apparel but find yourself under court ordered house arrest? No worries, the US online store is set to launch in spring of 2012.

Wandering around Newport? Make your way to the often-ignored Payless Shoes wing.

(night)crawlers - Mother Nature f***s Graveyard Grooving

2011-10-28T17:18:00.000-04:00

After weeks of planning by the king of JC entertainment, 'The Ghost of... Uncle Joe's Halloween Benefit' has been moved out of the graveyard and into Gallery 58. Dancing Tony released a statement on his blog citing Mother Nature's sudden winter wrath as the reason for the move.

The upside: All monies collected will go to the JC & Harsimus Cemetery and Dancing Tony will be dancing to that killer lineup.

The downside: Your once a year chance at grooving amongst graves must wait another year.

The verdict: Get your costume on and rock the f**k out. I'll see you there.

the Ghost of Uncle Joe's Halloween Benefit for the Historic JC & Harsimus Cemetery @ Gallery 58
Sat Oct 29th $10 Donation

Gates 5 pm
5:30 First Resurrection
10:00 Final Burial

5:30 Vice Presidents of the USA - [Zac Quayle, Gerry Agnew, and Robert Gore]
6:15 Nirvana [Friends of Chewie]
7:00 The Faces [The Milwaukees]
7:45 U2 [The Black Hollies]
8:30 The Cure [Robert and the Blacksmyths]
9:15 The Ramones [Glenn D & the Lodi 3]
all night with Jam Master Jay [DJ Scott FREE]

SORRY THE GO-GO'S ARE ON VACATION

10:30 Zombie Parade to the Lamp Post

After Life Party with
1:10 Smashing Pumpkins - Meet/Pause
12:30 Weezer - They Had Faces Then
11:50 Foo Fighters - Holy City Zoo
11:10 The Talking Heads - Aminal
10:30 The Exploding Hearts [ JC Tattoo Employee Friends with Benefits Plan]

(FYI)nformation - Moms vs. Ben & Jerry's Balls

2011-10-27T19:52:00.005-04:00

The 1 Million Moms group, a Christian organization known for tackling the most pressing issues, have come out in protest over Ben and Jerry's Schweddy Balls. Calling the new ice cream flavor 'vulgar,' the moms can no longer sit quietly as Vermont's Finest gets its "Saturday Night Live" homage on. The group was already stark raving mad when Ben and Jerry came out of the closet with "Hubby Hubby," the world's first gay themed ice cream. Ben and Jerry are clearly trying to inoculate our kids into gluttonous, cream-loving mo's.

Monica Cole the spokesperson for the Mississippi based group stated that they are putting a lot of pressure on retailers to resist the lure of Schweddy Balls . When asked about Ben and Jerry's Scweddy Balls, Cole responded, "I realize it could be a lot worse, but are they going to get progressively worse if we don't say something?" Exactly.

Never mind that Mississippi ranks worst in the U.S. in science and engineering or the fact that it has the highest poverty rate in the nation. The 1 Million Moms group knows what matters most when it comes to their children's future. Please join the 1 Million Moms group and me when we boycott the cumquat.

Read the full News article here: Some stores freezing out Ben & Jerry's new flavor

PostScript: I read a fair amount of useless information. I feel like sharing.

Also: It's been a while since I've blogged.

(spot)light - Street Styles - Van Vorst Park

2011-06-13T13:28:00.002-04:00

Hello (in)Flux followers, Colby Kelly here writing a blog for ChrisTopher. If you don’t already know, I’m your local vintage stylist entrepreneur and I am here for all of your questions and concerns, really, try me!

So the new thing I am doing this summer, aside from sporting color-blocking attire, is setting up a table at flea markets in our local parks. Not only will I have my own amazing goods to offer, but also I’ll be checking out and highlighting some of my best finds.

(If on main page, click read more just below.)

Last month, Van Vorst Park held a Flea Market. I participated for the first time and it was a blast. I’ve attached pictures of my booth for your viewing pleasure. I have been collecting vintage for years and one of my favorite aspects of vintage is the continual cycle you create with your wardrobe. You don’t have to hold on to anything for too long, unless you want to. If you purchase quality pieces, they will only go up in value as time goes on. Catch my drift?

Once I confirmed a decent profit for myself, I was happy to take my time and stroll the park. I left my booth and walked the Flea Market to see what the other vendors were peddling. There was something there for everyone. Deals were being made, household goods being bought, childhood toys and gadgets available and even the kitchen sink – which I don’t have a picture of but it was there! Check out the pictures of my favorite booths and hopefully I’ll see you on the street, styling of course.

The Hamilton Park market was just on Saturday and though the weather was dreary, people still came out to support and there were certainly some good pieces. Check back soon for my ongoing chronicle of JC markets and fashionistas.

Thanks,

Colby Kelly, VSE

FYI(nformation) - Jordan's Drag Day

2011-05-25T01:02:00.001-04:00

Jordan's; 247 Newark Ave.

I can't deny that every now and then I thoroughly enjoy having my liberal, pretentious (at times) existence turned upside down due to my own assumptions. This was certainly the case as I made my way to catch the train to the East Village. The Camel junkie that I've once again become led me to stroll past Jordan's Lounge after scoring a pack on Newark Ave. While walking past the large windows, probably due to some narcissistic need to steal a quick glance of myself, I saw what appeared to be a rainbow flag. After processing the image and storefront I immediately came to a halt and turned my bewildered ass around. Could Jordan's Lounge be promoting a gay night? Not so said I. If not for any reason then my belief that the majority of urban hip-hop culture is almost as far from acceptance of gays as those crazies who surround fallen soldiers' funerals. I mean "no homo" anyone? Much to my pleasantly surprised and thoroughly confused eyes was this:

Wrong Assumption; Jordan's

Jordan's has officially joined the ranks of Opie & Anthony and most U.S. bars in helping Hump Day get your flash, drink, freak and now drag on. It was also clearly the cause of some extreme thought and a bizarre jolt of toxic shock. Could Jordan's be the only ongoing Drag Queen/King show in JC? Jordan's demands JC to "Work it Out" on Wednesdays. Emphasis clearly on the OUT. Take note Star Bar.

Peep the show on the last Wednesday of every month. $5 cover.

(chow)down - on Search for that Slice - 3 Guys from Italy

2011-05-10T00:46:00.003-04:00

New Digs; JFK Boulevard

It's been years since I've had much reason to head to Journal Square. Once the heart of this growing city, the Square personifies what could have been. And while the revitalization is often spoken of and pictured in numerous artist renditions, the Square has ways to go. The last time I ate in the Square was at the delicious and terribly missed Canton. But everything deserves a second chance and with the Loews Theater continuously playing great flicks, I had to take my search for the perfect slice to this area. That's where 3 Guys from Italy comes in. I remember when 3 Guys was nestled on a dodgy ally above the bus terminal; the ally often littered with trash, dime bags and drunkards. With no tables or chairs offered it was the epitome of a joint to grab a slice and go. I had fond memories of the pizza but could easily write that off to a serious case of misguided teenage munchies. With this bit of history in mind and current calls from readers to give it a try, I could not avoid 3 Guys. (If on main page, click read more just below.)

Herbivore expresses Doubt

With a couple of singles in my pocket and the herbivore and carnivore at my side, I geared up for my second attempt at finding the perfect slice in JC. I made the terrible mistake of letting the carnivore's laziness get the best of me and took a car. Parking at the Square, for reasons that are beyond me, is impossible. Since patience is clearly not one of my virtues I made a hard right and found myself in an overpriced parking lot. The lot led me through the ally adjacent to the grandiose theatre and spat me out onto JFK Boulevard. I passed a pub that while some may have called sad I found incredibly inviting. I was too busy staring at the pub's timeless character and those in it that I missed the bright lights of 3 Guys Pizza calling from across the street.

(the)Skinny

While the 3 Guys are not and to my knowledge have never been from Italy (which 3 Guys/Boys are anymore?), it had no bearing on their ability to deliver a decent slice. I realized we were all content when silence replaced complaints as we chowed down in their nicely sized dining area. My plain slice had the perfect amount of both cheese and sauce. The sauce, much to my delight, was not sweet and offered a hint of garlic. The dough was crisp, fresh and of perfect thickness. My herbivore skipped a veggie slice this time and satisfied her white slice craving. While a tad too salty for her liking, the crust was once again delicious and the slice was overall enjoyable. On the down side, the carnivore was given a slice that had the pepperoni added upon ordering. This never allows enough time for the pepperoni to get crispy and leaves an oily, soggy mess. He did have positive things to say about the cheese and sauce but found the dough too crispy. I thought that problem could easily be fixed if he'd just allow enough time for the pool of pepperoni oil to seep through. It never had the chance as we devoured our slices with gluttonous speed. After a moment of digestion and reflection, we all looked at our money and became even more impressed with the prices. I'm not saying 3 Guys has great slices but it's certainly a step in the right direction.

Pepperoni - C-

White - C+

Plain - B-

(watering)holes - Barcade Part 3 - the Interview

2011-04-28T15:59:00.007-04:00

the Taps; Newark and Barrow

With a very busy opening weekend still on many minds and more than 1500 Facebook friends to chat about it, Barcade JC has certainly made its presence known. Touting 24 brilliant taps, joysticks a step away and enough space to stretch out the sudden hand cramp, Barcade JC is a good reason to let your game-geek show over some great beer. If you've been following my blog you know that I've attempted to use this platform to get a "press pass." It worked. Paul Kermizian, co-owner and director of the documentary American Beer, took a few minutes out of his wild schedule to answer some of my questions. If on main page click read more just below.

I have already tasted and thoroughly enjoyed the Dogfish Head World Wide Stout, Coney Island Mermaid and Stone Highway 78, to name but a few. With so many great beers to choose from, one begins to wonder how will the beer rotation work?
"We rotate just about all of our tap lines so the changes happen daily," Kermizian explains. "I'd suggest that people be open to trying everything. There's lots of amazing craft beer being brewed in this country. We want to serve all of it."
Besides having a brilliant selection of beer and video games, the tunes have been consistently rocking and the space, much to my excitement, is void of flat screen TVs. I asked Paul if there's ever pressure to jump on the flat screen every 5 inches bandwagon. "It's just not what we do. Anyone who wants to watch a flat screen can go to any of those other bars."

Tapper; Barcade JC

My first time at Barcade was this past Friday. I was expecting a crowd since it was the official opening, so I went at 5pm in hopes of missing the craziness and scoring some personal time with Qbert and BurgerTime. While I managed to get in some serious gaming I was a bit surprised by the size of the crowd that had already begun to gather. I bounced around 7pm to leave enough time to catch a gig in the city. On my way back from the concert, around 1am, I walked past a queue forming outside the bar. A bar line on Newark Avenue? Wild.

Beer Queue; Friday @ Barcade

Opening weekend was - "very busy. We never have a line in Brooklyn and so we were a little slow to start one on Friday. Unfortunately for those waiting, it was necessary. Hopefully that was just a product of it being opening weekend and won't be a regular thing. Other than that, our change machine broke the first night," he exclaims! "I think 5 games are broken now as well. We must have Gremlins." The change machine and games have since been fixed. Though I must admit I had a sudden free run of games on BurgerTime. Damn that was fun and too good to be true.

Finally, if you've been paying attention to the roller coaster ride that was getting Barcade open to the public, then you're aware of the dealings with the city. "We got through it," he says. "A year from start to finish isn't so bad... I guess." My friends, the local scene and I thoroughly appreciate and respect their patience.

(FYI)nformation - Spring Trimming: a Massacre

2011-04-25T16:10:00.004-04:00

Before the Chainsaw; 8th and West Hamilton

A walk around any of the 6 Wards in JC will sure to be filled with budding trees and blooming tulips. On a recent cycle through Liberty State Park I saw beds of various colored flowers in perfect rows and the fenced off area growing like an untouched wilderness. Spring has certainly taken a lot longer to arrive this year but after this past weekend I think it's safe to say it has sprung. Highs in mid 70s (23Cº) arrived just in time for the holiday. The return of spring means the return of many JC staples such as Groove on Grove, Dancing Tony's Sports Tournaments, Bike JC Group Rides and Earth Day in LSP. It's also a scary time to be a tree. Every spring, just when the local trees have begun to bud and add some much needed color, the JC Department of Public Works arrives with chainsaws and what one can only believe to be men with wonky eyes and a vengeance. (If on main page, click read more just below.)

Late last week they went on the attack; their target was my favorite Weeping Willow that stands on the corner of 8th and West Hamilton. Still in shock over the loss of my previous favorite tree, I was horrified to witness the amputation of almost all its limbs. Left with only 2 gangly appendages, this Weeping Willow has much to cry about. This act of uninhibited cutting is done so our cables aren't taken down by the growing trees. I do not debate the need for this, what I question is the force in which it is carried out and the lack of respect for the trees themselves. Last year this same process was done to a group of trees along Coles street. The block was left with nothing but torsos to line its rows of brownstones. Not such a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Many have complained about the way in which these "trimmings" are carried out. Repeated phone calls and questions routinely go unanswered.

After the Chainsaw; 8th and West Hamilton

Once there was a giving tree who loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come to play
Swinging from the branches, sleeping in the shade
Laughing all the summer's hours away.
And so they love,
Oh, the tree was happy.
Oh, the tree was glad.

(chow)down - on Search for that Slice - Helen's Pizza

2011-04-19T00:22:00.007-04:00

a Downtown Staple; 183 Newark Avenue

After tallying the suggestions of pizza shops worth a visit I realized a downtown staple was not once mentioned. Helen's Pizza, a long survivor of Newark Avenue's non-99¢ store curse, has been family owned and operated since 1968. I have a long history with Helen's Pizza as they delivered the slices used in my grammar school's Wednesday lunch. I was also in the same class as the owner's daughter and she was, from what memory serves me, my first crush. I'm saying this not only as some weird need for full disclosure, but I also think it's important to show the staying power of this family business. I can't deny that I have fond memories of Helen's slices, but my palette has certainly matured since my days as a careless prepubescent. (if on main page, click "read more" just below.)

Order up; Helen's Pizza

I prefer my slices plain so I brought along a carnivore and herbivore to cover all bases. We biked over on a quiet Monday evening at 8pm. I immediately noticed that the slices on display looked like they may have been hanging out for a while. While not immediately a deal breaker, I had a flash of blogger remorse. How could I write a bad review if warranted? Would there be repercussions? My mind was engulfed with images of my face plastered on papers like "wanted" signs; denying me entrance to local pizza shops. The young man requesting my order snapped me back to reality. I stuck with a plain, while the herbivore ordered a mushroom slice and a Valentino slice. The carnivore rounded out the order with a slice of pepperoni and sausage.

Looks can be Deceiving

(the)Skinny

The good news is that Helen's continues to be my go-to spot when ordering a large pie with fresh garlic and onion. It's consistently delicious. The bad news is that this isn't a search for the best pie and these slices left little to rave about. All the slices, except for the Valentino, were seriously lacking sauce. That's a huge no-no in our book. The sausage was incredibly dry, having obviously spent way too many minutes beneath the heat lamp. For the sake of childish homoeroticism, my friend repeatedly said that he's had much better sausage in his mouth. I don't doubt or question. His crust was incredibly hard so he refrained from biting into it. He then pointed out that he is without dental insurance. Welcome to the world of freelancing.

On the positive side, there were good amounts of cheese and meat, which would of worked if not so dry. My plain slice had a healthy amount of cheese but that could not help overcome its intense blah-ness. The dough was undercooked for my taste, as I prefer crispy over floppy. As for the herbivore she didn't fare much better. While thoroughly enjoying the pesto and tomato sauce that topped her slice of Valentino, the cheese and dough were once again dry and hard. Adding insult to injury the mushrooms were canned. I'm not sure if this is common practice but it should stop immediately. There is no reason to use canned mushrooms. Just saying. I should note that she compared the pesto to a "party in her mouth." Not bad. All in all it was a great time, minus the less than mediocre slices. While I'd like to say this was a case of bad timing, I also realize that having the best slice has nothing to do with timing. It should be consistently fresh, well made and damn delicious. So for these reasons my quest will continue.

Sausage/Pepperoni - F

Mushroom - F

Plain - C-

Valentino - C

We judged all slices, except the plain, by 5 categories: dough, sauce, cheese, freshness, and topping. The plain slice had 4 categories. We scored each category out of 100, then added up the final scores and divided, giving each slice a graded average. I then took that number and assigned it it's appropriate matching letter.

(watering)holes - Barcade Part 2

2011-04-15T11:43:00.000-04:00

After much Delay; Newark and Barrow

After months of construction, delays, city bureaucracy, and even more delays, the doors will finally open and taps will begin to flow at JC's very own Barcade. While getting some ink done yesterday the topic of Barcade, an often discussed and debated one, proved to be a great distraction from the pinches of pain occasionally flowing through my arm. It was here that someone said they seemed set to go. After a few Google searches I can confirm that we are exactly one week away from getting to blow quarters on something other than our local Laundromats. On Friday, April 22nd a much-needed addition to the local scene will open its doors. Barcade Jersey City will have 33 vintage video games and 24 craft beers and microbrews on tap. My fingers are crossed for Southhampton Ale. Unlike Barcade Brooklyn, ours will serve food and also supply seating on the ever-interesting Newark Avenue. Great place to people watch; talk about consumption with a view. Though I wrote Barcade Jersey City to try and score some inside photos and insider information, I have not heard back and can only assume my blog has yet to qualify me for a press pass. I'm working on it. I can confirm that Barcade Jersey City will have a rare cockpit version of Star Wars, as well as old favorites like Spy Hunter and Burgertime. So mark your calendars, stack your quarters and I expect to see you all next week.

Play Time; Newark and Barrow

(night)crawlers - Musings at Midnight

2011-04-12T01:21:00.003-04:00

Timeless Chic; 3rd and Monmouth

Quickly becoming my favorite spot for (night)crawler showcasing, 3rd and Monmouth provides the beautiful white light and background a studio would offer; minus the expense and wicked equipment. While I imagine those living around the spotlights do not think of them so kindly, for me, it's the absence of color waiting to be filled with the stylish threads of JC (night)crawlers. It's also a good reason to stop by Abby's for a quick pint and smoke. It was here that her timeless chic caught my eye. I respectfully complimented, smiled, glanced and stared, all while enjoying 2 pints of Yuengling and an ever amusing flow of chat. A sudden dearth of tolerable tunes was the perfect opportunity to suggest we take our intimate antics elsewhere. It also provided a moment to team the power of compliments with the power of suggestion. Perfectly posed on the white brick wall, my muse and occasional partner in crime rocked an amazing Italian leather patchwork jacket found at the Salvation Army. Black sleeves and outline surround the rich orange and yellow, highlighting the slim cut. Complimenting the 70s jacket was a pair of modern, skintight jeans and Baker shoes. Due to the fluctuating temperature layers were essential. Resting on her upper back was a dark blue hoody, while her sleeves frilled with 90s plaid. Finally, she toped it off with a purple headband, adding a touch of the 60s. While each item may connect with an era, the combination certainly does not.

Parker meets Baker; 3rd and Monmouth

(chow)down - on Search for that Slice

2011-04-08T14:33:00.001-04:00

Living most of my life in the NYC metro area has had a huge influence on my style, politics, interests, and palette. As a kid, a slice of pizza was sure to be the highlight of school lunch. While that might say more about my school's menu than it does pizza, the perfect combination of cheese, tomato sauce and dough cannot be denied. A slice is my idea of comfort if it's cooked to a crisp with a healthy dose of cheese. With that being said, I often look at the pizza options in JC with ambiguity. While I can read off a list of slices one must have while in Manhattan or Brooklyn, I struggle to find a slice in JC that I can stand behind 100%. After a few discussions with friends and reading over pizza threads on JC List, I thought it was time to put JC slices to the test. Over the coming weeks I will happily ingest as many slices as my wallet can afford, documenting each pizza shop and slice for all to read. A quick glimpse in the yellow pages provides the addresses of way over 100 spots to choose from. I do not have the time, energy, funds or abs to hit them all. That's where the folks of Chilltown come in. While I already have a few spots on my hit list, I am looking for suggestions in helping me find the best slice. If you think your local joint needs to be reviewed, leave a comment so I can check it out. I'm not doing this quest alone. As I prefer my slices plain, I am bringing a meat lover and a veggie lover along for the ride. So hit me up with suggestions, spread the word and check back for what will hopefully be a successful quest of ingestion.

(the)Skinny
All slices will be rated on the quality of cheese, sauce and dough. Any variation in slice i.e. meat, veggie, deep dish etc will be highlighted and rated separately. I doubt the best slice is in downtown, so be sure to tell me of other joints worth a visit.

If you're in Manhattan or Brooklyn and in need of a slice, here are 4 suggestions not to be missed.
1. Co. - 230 9th Ave. (at 24th Street) Chelsea
2. Ben's Pizza - 123 MacDougal Street
3. Grimaldi's - 19 Old Fulton Street Dumbo, Brooklyn
4. Otto Enoteca Pizzeria - 1 Fifth Ave. (at 8th Street)

(watering)holes - Thirsty Thursday at the Lamp Post

2011-04-05T16:18:00.009-04:00

Thirsty Thursday has become a ritual amongst myself and many of my fellow Velvet Undergrounders. I enjoy hanging on a Thursday night far more than Friday mostly because you can avoid the "9-5" Friday crowd. Friday is overwhelmed by weekend warriors ready to let loose all the angst that a "real" job has left them to drink away. If you're out on a Thursday night there is usually something more liberating about your schedule. This distinct group of (night)crawlers are usually students, artists, insomniacs, musicians, bohemians, eccentrics, hipsters, addicts of some sort, and the unemployed. This past Thursday was no exception. As mentioned in my recent blog, FYI(nformation) - 2 of 4-day Catch Up, a lot went on. The night was able to begin after I finally admitted to both myself and friends that I would attend Inked magazine's party at Lucky 7s. Much to my horror it was more than full. I am not one for tight spaces, especially if I have yet to loosen up with some booze. Unable to move or escape constant brushes against my lower body, I quickly planned my escape. Best idea ever. My roommate and I headed to the Lamp Post for some much needed personal space and beer. The crowd was a cool mix of locals and random strangers; a welcome change from a scene often littered with familiar faces. Bands were set to play and all seemed hyped to give a listen.

The first band had no problem filling the space with sound, but struggled to make a connection. While their guitar riffs were certainly catchy, the lead vocals left something to be desired. His voice often fell flat and off key from what I believe was a mixture of nerves and an inability to hear himself. Set to follow were a group of young guys who call themselves "The Embracers." With a sound that brought together a dance-worthy combination of rock, country, blues, and funk, The Embracers performed with energy and maturity. Matt Condon, the lead singer, had a voice that demanded attention. The only analogy that comes to mind is if Bob Dylan and Conor Oberst had a lovechild. Condon even offered up some well-sung harmonies with Mike Neglia, the band's talented drummer.

Vocal Harmony; 2nd and Brunswick

(the)Skinny
The Lamp Post provided some much needed refuge in what was an overall chaotic evening. While 7s was surely a sight filled with tattooed beauty, the Lamp Post came with no attitude and some good tunes. Though the Lamp Post overcharges for Yuengling ($5 a pint, get real!) they match 7s with cans of PBR for $2.50. If you need a break from the everyday hubbub, this might be your spot. Especially if you luck out with a live music act like The Embracers. A lot should be said for a young band that can stand out in a room that often drowns those playing in it. The Velvet Undergrounders and I were on our feet before they broke into a jamming cover of the Grateful Dead's Casey Jones. It's one thing to know your music, it's another to know your crowd.

(day)breakers - There's the Sunshine

2011-04-05T01:20:00.000-04:00

Spring Casual; 8th and West Hamilton

Besides allergies, there is little that doesn't excite me about the coming of spring and summer. Due to this past winter's fury, I find the slight uptick of mercury in the thermometer overly exciting. Last week the temperature, albeit just for a day, hit 70°F (21°C). The parks exploded with humans of all ages, taking in the heat and doing something that has escaped us for months; soaking in some vitamin D. With the change in season, comes a change in style. All wear less, girls tend to get tighter. Though recent male trends have embraced form-fitting t-shirts and cut skinny jeans. I applaud and certainly partake. Seems to be the democratic way. Now all, no matter of gender or orientation, can enjoy the tightening and disappearance of clothing. So to hell with wool and tweed; bring on the cotton, spandex and glimpses of skin. We thoroughly deserve it.

Cole Haan meets Jegging; 8th and West Hamilton

I have yet to develop a solid way of stopping someone in the street when they catch my eye. On the positive side, all who I have asked were game. Negative side, I'm painfully awkward. I think it's the compliment and camera that seals the deal. I first saw this fashionista reading in Hamilton Park. I was test riding 30+ bikes and couldn't help but steal peaks as I rode by. I'm sure my constant change in bike was baffling. I was drawn to how casual, yet stylish she looked. Especially when reading a book in the setting sun. Not to interrupt her reading, I waited until she left the park to make my request. Think more respectful and less creepy stalker. She was chill and wished me luck. I did the same.

FYI(nformation) - 2 of 4-Day Catch Up

2011-04-04T15:05:00.006-04:00

As you may (or may not) have noticed, there has been a 4-day pause in posts. I've only been doing this for a little over 2 weeks now, but this lax in writing was my first break. I lacked the discipline to sit down in front of the computer and get my words onto the page. Besides content and readers, there's not much else to it. Perfecting this discipline is a work in progress. Not for the sake of excusing, but for understanding, my slip in focus was caused by a bit more work, partying, healthy human interaction, unhealthy human interaction, visits from mates I never see, highs, lows, alcohol, reading, watching, smoking, attempts at intimacy, laughter, good food, depression, high fives, low fives, facebook use, and madness. While I will break each occurrence down throughout the coming week, here are the first 2 of my 4-day catch up. For the proper literary effect, please read with speed.

(wednes)Day

Work from 9 to 9 and should of been more tired than I felt. Got a text from a friend I see way too sparingly and invited him over. We laughed, smoked, and laughed some more. His bike tire popped. Bummer. We ate empanadas cooked by my roommate. Delicious. He got tired and suggested 1 beer at a local pub. Hit 7s, high-fived the bouncer, cracked open a PBR. Had to pee but the queue was less than tolerable. Laughter, loud music, great conversation, a sudden (in)flux of fake fur. 4 beers later and I knew we were out for the night. More laughter, more good music, apparent intoxication. 2am and it's time to go. Friend disappeared into a taxi before saying ciao. Look around and follow a line of people into a flat. Laughter, strange visual stimulation, I begin to poke an attractive friend annoyingly. Time to go home. Get a text while walking, so I make a pit stop. 40 minutes pass and I make my exit. Sleep.

(thurs)Day

Work until 8 with rumbles in my stomach, so I make a salad with grilled chicken. Promise myself I'm going to sit and write. Read a little, check facebook, and jump in the shower. Get asked about Inked magazine's gathering. Deny I'm going. Think about going. Say I'm going. Have a beer while I get dressed. Purposely attempt to look tops. Think about sex. Leave the house and head to the magazine's party. Walk in, sweat, and feel overwhelmed; way too many people. Quick face signal to my roommate and we bounce. Head to the Lamppost. Laugh, dance, listen to live music. I look at randoms with intrigue. Get impressed by one of the bands. Realize I’m paying too much for Yuengling, so switch. Other friends arrive. So does she. I stare for a moment and order a PBR. I flirt. I dance. I sing to an amazing Grateful Dead cover. Roommate gathers the troops and we head out. Couches get thrown. I witness this and walk back to the bar. Closing time. I read. Think. Sleep.

(watering)holes - the Bar that Could

2011-03-30T01:47:00.002-04:00

a Little Patience; Newark and Barrow

After months of whispers and speculation, the much anticipated Barcade seemed set for an opening at the end of this month. I myself could not hold back the slight delight I felt as I walked past its location and saw the sign going up. That was weeks ago and the end of the month is in t-minus a day. Stories of the Brooklyn-based bar making its way across the Hudson started many months ago and have since turned into its own urban legend. Similar to that of the supposed Whole Foods that has yet to grace us with its presence. A fellow Velvet Undergrounder, who may have landed a job at Barcade, told me recently that it was set for an April 3rd opening. That too seems to be in question after reading this on Barcade's facebook page:

Barcade

Dear friends,
We were very close to being ready to open but we were told to add some additional sprinklers. Consequently, our architectural plans and calculations need to be re-drawn and then approved by the city, which takes time. Hope to resolve this setback soon.

(the)Skinny

I'll leave the City bureaucracy to speak for itself. On the flipside, when it does finally open, it will be a sweet addition to the local scene. Similar to that of its BK sibling, the bar will offer all American craft breweries on draft. I'll have a Southampton please. Delicious.

Though they have yet to announce their game lineup, an owner has been quoted as saying that there will be 33 games, all from the 70s and 80s. You'll know as soon as I do; or vice versa.

(spot)light - Vinyl for the Taking

2011-03-29T00:59:00.019-04:00

Soul Searching; 1st and Brunswick

Thanks to a late night tweet from Dancing Tony and an afternoon reminder from one of my fellow Velvet Undergrounders, I was able to peep the vinyl giveaways that Iris Records had for the taking. 13 postal boxes were filled with discarded titles, assuring gems within the rubbish. One problem... it was close to 1pm and the street cleaner was lurking around the hood. I quickly double-parked and made a dash as the distinct roar of the useless machine passed Newark Avenue. This countdown of sorts made for a game show enthused search that ended way too quickly. Within 8 minutes of rummaging I scored some disco, bluegrass, spanish dance, Madonna, and the stories of Edgar Allan Poe. Quite the eclectic mix of freebies. So cheers to free vinyl and the friends who remind you about it. Jeers to the street cleaner and its hidden purpose.

I'll give (the)Skinny on Iris Records in a future post, but be sure to peep the shop (it's an amazing space) at 114 Brunswick Street. Recently re-opening their doors, it's still loaded with great finds and cheap prices; only now with more organization and less cat hair. They can also be found at Creative Grove every Friday.

Up for Adoption; 1st and Brunswick

(day)breakers - Sunday Bumday

2011-03-27T15:53:00.005-04:00

Hobo Chic; 8th and Coles

After a night of disco dancing at Barrow Mansion for Art's Sake, it's great to find people recovering in comfort. Our Pajama Partier was hanging out on her stoop, soaking in the sun and sweating out the booze. Surrounded by a troop of those recovering from Saturday evening's Art Strike, their clothes tell us all we need to know about their current physical and mental states.

Art Strike may have started off a bit slow, but it quickly turned into an evening of great JC debauchery, with sprinkles of psychedelic insanity. An eclectic mix of artists, hipsters and JC originals dancing to disco, rocking to serious guitar riffs, and bowling in lanes not equipped with machines. Characters of all sorts filled the halls to help raise money for two essential parts of the JC Art Community. With that being said, it was worth every penny plus the hangover. Peep and support 58 Gallery and Creative Grove.

Not yet Changed; 8th and Coles

(FYI)nformation - Here Hipster

2011-03-26T03:41:00.004-04:00

Thought this picture was too good not to share. Actual set-up found by an editor on the streets of NY. This take on street art is hysterical and definitely a great piece to suddenly walk upon. I'm guilty of 2 out of the 4; which would make me 50% hipster. Though I do have Wayfarers, just not in pink and mine are $10 knockoffs from Canal Street. That still might just take me over the edge. Peep the much applauded full article, "Artists vs. Hipsters: Who’s Winning the Battle of the Bohemians?" here. It's short, filled with pictures and might just be your reading highlight of the day.
Have an idea for a trap you'd like to set? I'm down to shoot the shit and see what comes out. Lets get silly.