These folks live quite near us. We always see them out on their balcony during their off hours. They live right down the street from their cart. I often see the grandmother (maybe she’s even the great-grandmother) pushing a shopping cart filled with kebabs up to the cart to restock it.
Pregnancies, of course, are full of prenatal doctors visits, ultrasounds, and the like. For most of these my wife, Claire, took the subway into Manhattan from our home in Astoria. Her doctor was one stop in. But sometimes she had to go to the hospital she’d be delivering at, up in Washington Heights, and that meant taking a car service.
I’m sorry, but I’m going to be that guy. The insufferable guy who says shit like, “Even the worst bread I’ve had in France is better than most breads I’ve eaten in the States.” Americans, WHY DO YOU LIKE SHITTY BREAD?
It wasn’t too long after we brought our daughter home from the hospital that I started longingly browsing Trulia and Zillow looking for a bigger place with MORE SPACE. We own a small two-bedroom apartment that’s good for now but is slowly filling up with the accoutrements of family life. We’re hoping to stay in [...]
Oh, Astoria. Someone just had to have something a little different. But, you know, I kinda like it.
Patisserie Pistache opened this morning in Astoria, Queens. It’s just north of Ditmars Boulevard on 35th Street—behind the yet-to-open Francis Cafe. The croissants are pretty legit. Comparable to those I’ve had in Paris. They also serve almond croissants and little tarts and such. Not a huge selection this morning, but maybe they’re starting slowly. It [...]
That’s the word on Astorians, where the speculation is that the defunct Mezzo Mezzo will become a second location of Michael Psilakis’s MP Taverna (the original is in Roslyn, a short way away on Long Island).