Chinatown in New York is busiest from Christmas to New Year’s (that is February’s Chinese New Year’s). It is a time when Midtown Manhattanites need a reprieve from the tourists blocking up the sidewalks. ‘Tis also the season for Jews to have their Christmas Chinese feasts. And of course, wherever the locals go, so too do the travelers.
Most people are familiar with Manhattan’s Chinatown, the biggest in North America. But one of the next largest Chinatowns is also in New York, in an area of Queens called Flushing. For these reasons, here is my two part series: Chinatown in New York: A Food Tour of Two Chinatowns. Read more
Last year, I attended Santa Con in New York City. It was a last minute decision and all I had for a costume was a La Chouffe elf’s hat. To make matters worse, the friend who I went with was dressed up as a Twenty-First Century Scrooge–jeans and a winter coat.
This Saturday, December 15, marks Santa Con 2012, which will take place again in New York City, as well as numerous other states and fourteen other countries. (Santa Con will also be held the weekend after in many more cities, including Long Island.) Here’s a list of the dos and don’ts of Santa Con. Read more
I think this picture of me expresses how most people feel when they’re contemplating the possibility of ditching their 9 to 5 in order to embark on their dream journey.
Back in 2003, I graduated college and decided to delay employment for fifteen months. Instead, I traveled the world. I surfed the best waves, started writing novels, and learned that I could take care of myself even when the proverbial shit hit the fan. In one instance, the shit was my surfboard fin and the fan was my head. But, I managed to paddle my bloody scalp out of sharky waters, hitch a ride to the island’s “medical center,” and even score a free room at the clinic and free meals with a Maori tribe. Read more
One of the worst experiences as a film-goer is to watch a character eat something delicious–take the Katz’s Deli scene in When Harry Met Sally, where everyone is enjoying their pastrami sandwiches in the background (and I don’t even like Katz’s)–and then you reach down for the soggy popcorn in your lap. But now there’s a solution for audiences that want to feast like the subjects on the screen. It’s an event called the Food Film Festival, which was cooked up when filmmaker George Motz paired his documentary Hamburger America with Harry Hawk’s hamburger joint. Forget watch what you eat, it’s eat what you watch.
On Sunday, when Hurricane Sandy was making its approach and most Long Islanders were preparing for what was being dubbed a Frankenstorm, I surfed Long Beach. When hurricanes reach New York with some strength, they usually produce incredible waves. The swells on Sunday, however, were not that impressive. (The currents, however, did send me one mile down the beach after about ninety minutes of surf and over the next twenty four hours, the waves jacked up.) But at the time, I wondered if I would’ve evacuated Long Beach if I had still lived in town, the way I had done the previous year when Hurricane Irene came through and turned out to be mostly hot air.