On October 29, 2012, Hicri Atas left his Turkish Republic Day celebration early. He wanted to cross the bridge back from Manhattan before the city shut it down. Getting into his car just before 7pm, it took him hours to make it home – going over the Queensboro amidst flying cones and taking several highways before arriving at his house in Sheepshead Bay. When the storm calmed at 2:30am, he immediately rushed to Istanbul Restaurant, which his father has been running on Emmons Avenue for over 17 years.
The water was up to his chest and everything in the restaurant had been thrown around – even the refrigerator in the back had been flipped by the flooding. Some elements, like the bar, had disappeared entirely. (more…)
Steven Kopchinski of Sheepshead Bay. Photo by Anna Jacobson
While everyone is out doing their best to help the neighborhoods ruined by Sandy, it’s almost inevitable that some fall through the cracks. Although being championed by our pal Allison Robicelli, Sheepshead Bay is still without power, subways, heat, fresh food, water – or media/relief attention. I visited this weekend. (more…)
The grand view of Grand Army Plaza. photos by Anna Jacobson
Although many chants were the same, the scene at Occupy Brooklyn yesterday was quite different than the one in Zuccotti Park. There was also free pizza at Grand Army Plaza, but one pie was sufficient for the crowd, which boasted more strollers than facial tattoos and cheered cops for being so “accommodating” when they set up more barricades. True to a Park Slope rally, there were families, mature artists, old-timey bands and borough Prez Marty Markowitz. Many of the protesters had been to Wall Street, but rallied at Grand Army because they live in the borough and argued that the joblessness, foreclosures, and income disparity they are protesting were all more obvious in Brooklyn than in the Financial District.
Occupy Wall Street may be a great place to score some free pizza, join in a few chants, or air your legitimate grievances. For the singles among us, it is also the perfect opportunity to strike up conversation with a cutie. “What does your sign say?” is the protest version of “What’s your sign?” Don’t be too shy if you go downtown — most of those interviewed said they wait for a potential suitor to make the first move. Get your flirt on, but make tracks before the police break out the zip-tie handcuffs. Here, some of the Zuccotti hotties we encountered on Sunday afternoon: (more…)
Since facing off with the NYPD on the Brooklyn Bridge on Sunday, the Occupy Wall Street-ers have been getting their chance for the country to read their signs and hear their demands. But what are they, and who’s demanding them? In addition to the Liberty Square camp-out (which Brokelyn snapped shots of), the group is holding a cyber-rally. More than 700 (and growing) people who believe there are snakes on our economic plane have posted hand-written, often heart-wrenching, personal accounts to the group’s Tumblr, WeAreThe99Percent. We’re too busy writing cover letters to rally ourselves, but reading the Tumblr gave us a more focused look at a painful recession, anyway. (more…)
Shanah Tovah! 5772 is almost here. Since they can’t pass a plate, most NYC synagogues pay their bills in part by charging non-members for High Holiday tickets — to the tune of $150-250 in NYC. If you don’t have the dough to davin, here’s our annual list of places where you can pray freely for free, whether your pleasure is reform, orthodox or some kind of New Age hybrid. This year, heaven’s gates open the evening of September 28 for Rosh Hashanah, and Yom Kippur begins sundown of October 8. Note, this article first ran in 2009 and has been updated for 2011.
"Hey, Roomie, I made a chore wheel!" via RoommateRobot.com
Why is it so hard to find a good roommate? Brokespeare wrote, “Miserly living acquaints a man with strange apartment-fellows.” Yes, he’s a sexist – but in this case he’s right. Whether your roommate is an apathetic frog (whose Dad still has to PayPal you the last month’s rent), an overly-ripped body builder who yells into your face that you “can’t talk to him like that” (causing you bolt in the night with your valuables), or your run-of-the-mill hard-partying slob, we all have Roommate Horror Stories. And there’s something comforting in sharing them.
September means new apartment keys are being issued all over the city, so we wanted to collect tales of our least favorite co-habitants. Team Brokelyn weighs in with theirs below, but tell us your best worst-roommate story in the comments, and, most helpfully, now did you escape it? Kvetch here and complete the circle of co-misery (we love company!). (more…)
Enter WorkExchangeTeam. They arrange volunteers for a bunch of festivals — like Bonnaroo, Lollapalooza and Dave Matthews’ Band Caravan on Governers Island later this month. You fill out the application and commit to 15-18 hours’ work. They give you a ticket and free camping. Oh, and a T-shirt (beats an old Applebee’s work shirt). (more…)
This is the nineteenth in our series on the venues featured in the second Brooklyn Beer Book. This week we spotlight a Beer Book newcomer, Macri Park, a gem of a bar/lounge tucked between less-chattable Barcade and Union Pool.