Over at Fork in the Road, journeyman Robert Sietsema has done a bang up job surveying the city’s burgeoning landscape of tip jars, which are no longer only found at cafes with counter service. They’re everywhere, Sietsema reports— from the coffee shop receptacle that implores “Karma is a boomerang,” to the mamma-said “Take a penny, leave a dollar.” It would seem that the current Thunderdome-style match-up of recession vs. New Yorkers has resulted in a new economy of tip jars that simultaneously allow business owners to broadcast their quirks as well as their woes, such as the “Tip $, because $4 a gallon is killing us!” price-of-milk themed message Sietsema found at a bakery. And Frank Bruni of Times puts in his two cents, imploring everyone to tip at restaurants, no matter how bad the service was: “It’s not some bold stand against fat-cat restaurant operators lining their pockets,” he writes, not to tip.
Food: March 2009 Archives
The Upper East Side eatery Park Avenue Winter is getting some screen time on an upcoming episode of Gossip Girl, and to celebrate they're offering free meals to any female dressed like a schoolgirl. Yes, this just got sort of creepy. Anyway, if you're into that sort of thing, pull up your knee highs, tuck in your button down and zip up that plaid skirt, because from March 16th to 20th "girls of any age in a school uniform will be treated to dinner." And to the ladies over 21, you'll get two rounds compliments of whoever it is who has this schoolgirl fetish. Why can't Chuck Bass doppelgangers be invited too? [Eater via NBC]
At Harlem eatery Ottomanelli Brothers, customers are encouraged to enter the "Hulk Steak Burger Challenge": A diner who consumes the 24-ounce steak burger (three "normal" hamburgers stacked with cheese and bread on a bun topped with fried onions), plus fries, plus a 20-ounce soda within 20 minutes, gets the next lunch special free. According to co-owner Nick Ottomanelli, only two men have won; a mysterious dark horse from Britain and a big cop who "ate it with his bulletproof vest on, and had a piece of cheesecake afterward." Yesterday former New York Knick Cal Ramsey (pictured) gave it a shot and after ten minutes announced, "I'm already out of gas." According to City Room, neither he nor his two friends came close to winning because nobody could "finish their huge goblets of soda, which really makes this challenge a gut buster." Sure, blame the soda, not Ramsey's sub-par performance; there's always some excuse for a Knicks loss, isn't there?
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Photo: Wally G. Historic restaurant Lundy’s—whose home is a sprawling stucco building in Sheepshead Bay—will reopen as a 19,000 square foot gourmet market called Cherry Hill. The building’s owner David Isaev, who has been met with measures of opposition and support during the renovation process, previewed the property to the community on Tuesday. Blogger Gerristen Beach has photos, and Sheepshead Bites has a recap, including this bit of intel about an accompanying restaurant: building......
Tearing a page from his own tried-and-true Southeast Asian playbook (but more literally found in Keith H. Steinkraus’ massive 776 page tome The Handbook of Indigenous Fermented Foods) chef Zak Pelaccio’s new Fatty Crab opened last night on the Upper West Side. The new location has more seats (74 total, with 20 outdoor spots coming when the weather turns). The wood tabletops are unfinished, and giant wall mural of Kuala Lumpur reminds diners that they’re not in Malaysia. On the other hand, dining room smells will no doubt forcibly remind diners of Pelaccio and chef de cuisine......
Trend alert! Aging hippies are now pairing up classic rock with their favorite vintage. On March 17th at Becco restaurant, Joe Bastianich is hosting an "unprecedented evening of wining, dining, and grooving with the music of Led Zeppelin." He'll be joined by author Mike Edison (also former publisher of High Times!) and David Lynch (not that one). For $175 you'll be served up a 6-course dinner (one for each Zepp album), tunes, and a whole lotta wine. What pairing possibilities could occur as we wine on down the road? Last year Sammy Hagar poured his tequila at La Esquina. How about a Creedence Bottled Water Revival night, or a Steely Dan Kid Champagne tasting?
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L'Artusi (Katie Sokoler) This week Frank Bruni at the Times takes his turn with L'Artusi (photos), the plus-size Greenwich Village twin to the dainty, crowded dell'Anima. Bruni doesn't hate it like NY Mag's Adam Platt, but it's definitely a mixed review: "They have gone not only bigger—with nearly 115 seats, L’Artusi is more than twice the size of dell’Anima—but also bolder, and the uneven results are a lesson in overextension. If they turned a more skeptical eye to......
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Inakaya Inakaya: As if print journalism's implosion wasn't stressful enough for Times employees, they can now get yelled at during their lunch hour, at this new "theatrical" Japanese Robatayaki restaurant in the ground floor of their headquarters. According to the press materials, employees at this grill house—which is insanely popular in Tokyo—are instructed to greet guests with "a chorus of welcoming yells... Before even seated, there are more shouts and responses unleashed by the flock of floor and kitchen staff... This......
Someone’s wind-chill related prayers have been answered, and now it has come to pass: through the end of March, hand over one dollar to the Jamba Juice folks, and in return they’ll hand you some hot, steel-cut oatmeal that comes with brown sugar and choice of fruit on top. The cheap breakfast is just one of the many current promotional deals riding the coattails of the economic stimulus nomenclature. In exchange for oatmeal, Jamba Juice requires you to conspire with tree-killers to get their oatmeal deal by printing out a coupon. In the meantime, in an effort just to get customers through the front door, earlier today Starbucks delivered on its promise to introduce a new “value meal” consisting of coffee and an egg sandwich, with oatmeal or coffee cake, all for a low-priced $3.95.
A new Gourmet article by Barry Estabrook explains how migrant farm workers in Florida often end up in positions of involuntary servitude, essentially over the production of crappy wintertime tomatoes destined for supermarket bins or as garnish for some jumbo/burger/gordita concoction plucked off a dollar menu. That includes most restaurants in New York City—fast food or otherwise—that buy tomatoes; more information can be found here. Estabrook writes about one worker in particular who was locked up and beaten by a handler, but it’s no isolated case: "Law-enforcement officials have freed more than 1,000 men and women in seven different cases" since 1997, and it’s not just the tomato growing industry. The piece has so far provoked a predictable cavalcade of xenophobic comments, such as, "I wish I could feel sorry for them, but when you go to a foreign country illegally, can't speak, read nor write the common language, then you're asking, no, BEGGING to be taken advantage of like this man was."
For the better part of the last 60 years, Jimmy Prince has worked a 12-hour day behind the counter at Major Prime Meat Market on Mermaid Avenue. Yesterday, the 77-year-old butcher closed his shop for good, seeing as many longtime customers off as possible. Coney Island neighbors filled the place: some brought snacks, like plates of cookies and cake. Others cried. Former customers hoisted cameras above their heads to get a good shot of Jimmy and took pictures of the sign that said “no hamburgers left” taped to the front door. Glen Miller played on an old boombox in......