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From The New York Shitty Inbox: Much Ado About Ichiran
I have received a number of emails in the last 24 hours regarding this much-anticipated and long-awaited noodle shop slated to grace 1015 Manhattan Avenue. Here’s one such example. Christo writes:
Hi Heather
Remember when the noodle shop (ICHIRAN) next to Triangolos had the “registration” box hanging off the front of the building? Well I put my info on the box about 6 months ago, and this is the first contact I received back.
Thought you might be interested.
Eater beat me to the punch announcing this (you can get their take on this infamous email by clicking here). Regardless, here’s what I saw while walking by this afternoon.
Signs of actual activity! Not only is the gate open (so presumably someone is working in there) but they have taped up a smallish sign in the window reading “Ichiran” and no less than two announcements about their web site registration!
Could Ichiran at long last be readying itself to open? I can only hope so. I suspect I speak for many of my fellow Greenpointers when I write that on a dreary day like this I could really use a hot bowl of ramen soup!
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: Never Say Never
This missive (which hails from Broadway just shy of Gerry Street) reminds me of a former roommate of mine. One day, after tiring of looking at his besmirched manties (which had been gracing the bathroom floor for no less than two days) I took action. I put on a pair of latex gloves, deftly placed the offending item in a Ziploc bag (with the “business” showing) and taped this parcel at eye level onto the refrigerator. The next day they were gone. Nothing was ever said, but he never did it again. Billy— wherever you are— this one’s for you.
Miss Heather
Meet The Jello Mold Mistress of (North) Brooklyn
Thanksgiving Day will soon enough be upon us and with it comes food. Lots of it. To this end I spent yesterday hunting and gathering foodstuffs so as to make Chez Shitty’s traditional Thanksgiving fare: chile rellenos, rice, beans and salsa. Dessert, this year as in years past, is an afterthought. It gets lost in the shuffle. (No doubt I’ll be fighting over pies at Jubilatka today. So it goes.)
Which brings me to the purpose of this post: dessert and things getting lost in the shuffle. Yesterday I featured some UBER-cute commuter furkid porn from a woman named Victoria.
But masterminding photo shoots of a very comely hamster named Edie is but only one her talents. Victoria is also the Jello Mistress of (north) Brooklyn. The title (be it self-appointed or otherwise) is well deserved.
Behold, Swedish Fish jello!
Freedom jello.
For the more exotically (and intoxicantly inclined ) I present Mojito jello, made with (what else): lime jello, mint and rum!
And last but hardly least, Greenpoint jello. The above is described by its creator as follows:
Pineapple Jello died green to celebrate Greenpoint, Brooklyn.
First it was the donut ice cream sandwich. Now it is designer gelatin products. What will my fellow Greenpointers think of next? While you mull this question over, dear readers, I present for your edification a slide show of our very own Jello Mold Mistress’s creations. Enjoy!
You can read more about Brooklyn’s very own Jello Goddess by clicking here.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Methinks the Mistress’s next opus should be shit tit jello.
Gelatin boobs in an azure hue.
If anyone can do it, it is you Victoria. This isn’t simply about foodstuffs; it is a matter of Greenpoint pride. Make it happen. If you build it they will come… TO EAT!
Photo Credits: the Jello Mold Mistress of Brooklyn, Tony Liub and Mister Heather
New York Shitty Day Starter: Hoop On Hooper
Filed under: 11206, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken November 24, 2009.
Miss Heather
P.S.: I am constantly fascinated the by manifold ways milk crates are employed for alternative purposes in our fair city, be it a basketball hoop (as seen above) or otherwise. Here’s yet another example Williamsburg wiliness. It hails from Broadway.
A go cart made from a shopping cart, a milk crate and a helluva lot of ingenuity. This is nothing short of awesome!
New York Shitty Day Ender: A Very Greenpoint Bedtime Story
It recently came to my attention that the owner of T & N Wine, a fabulously cranky man named Chris, has rolled out a real doozy of a Thanksgiving display. Among the items employed are eighteen artfully placed bottles of Wild Turkey 101 (any less proof would be an insult to the Garden Spot of the Universe) and one very real— and anatomically correct— turkey.
I have written about this already. Yet none of my readers seems to have noticed this curiously (and, it should be noted, prodigiously) endowed fowl. No worries, the local population has. This display has literally stopped passersby in mid-stride. I learned this earlier today— noon, to be exact— when I was out running errands.
A 40-something gentleman exits T & N after making his lunch-time acquisition of spirits (vodka as best as I could tell— every hour is happy hour on Manhattan Avenue). He stops, looks at the window and laughs. LOUDLY.
Me: Nice, eh?
Man: Yes, very nice.
Me: As you can see that turkey is a male.
Man: It is?
Me: Yeah, look at it.
Man (looks, a puzzled expression clouds his face): How do you know it is male?
Me: Look closer at the turkey.
Man: ???
Me (getting exasperated): LOOK AT IT’S CROTCH— or what’s left of it, anyway.
Man (looks closer): AHAHAHAHAHA! Very funny.
Me: I told you that turkey is, uh was, a male.
Man: You are a very nice lady. Would you like to go for a drink… or a cup of coffee?
Me: It’s nice of you to offer but I have to be somewhere. Soon.
Man: You are a very nice lady. STAY THAT WAY! (wanders off laughing to himself)
The End.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Bodega Watch: OPEN!
True to the proprietor’s word the Mini Mart Deli Grocery at 1068 Manhattan Avenue is open for business!
Intrigued by the palette containing ten pound bags of onions for a $1.99 (a bargain at twice the price) I went inside to see what’s up. It is still very much a work in progress— but all the essentials are there, e.g.; coffee, tea, toiletries and the like. There were also a couple surprises:
- The (admittedly limited) produce section sports some of the freshest veggies I have ever seen north of Green Street.
- A vast assortment of Indian sweets graces the space next to the cash register. When I went to purchase my $1.00 extra large cup of tea (per the owner this was a “special grand opening offer”) a woman was busy selecting her confection of choice. It was a time-consuming decision (hey, I understand) but she was pleased with her choice. And the proprietor, who is a very nice guy, promised her a free cup of coffee in return for her patronage.
This same gentleman assured me he will be stocking a vast array of “heat and eat” Indian foodstuffs (starting at buck a pop) for north Greenpointer’s (24 hour) delectation. I can hardly wait!
Mini Mart Deli Grocery
Opening Date: NOW!
1068 Manhattan Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11222
And that’s all she wrote.
Miss Heather
Crosstown Local Photo Du Jour: Poetry In Motion
Filed under: 11206, 11211, Crosstown Local, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
From the Queens-bound platform at Broadway.
Miss Heather
East Williamsburg Photos Du Jour: Adopt Me!
Filed under: 11206, Bloomblight, Bushwick, Bushwick Brooklyn, Crazy Cat Lady, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn
Looks like Mayor Mike has delivered on affordable housing after all!
Miss Heather
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