To get to the Lemon Ice King of Corona, especially on a day when the 7 train is running express, you walk from Junction Boulevard in Queens. The walk is half the pleasure.
Until October 3, aboard the Lilac Steamship docked at the Hudson’s Pier 25, you will find the Floating Library. The creators call it “a space for critical cultural production by pushing boundaries under the open skies that are conducive to fearless dreaming.”
On a Saturday morning at the Hua Mei Bird Garden in Sara D. Roosevelt Park, where the Lower East Side rubs up against Chinatown, the trees are full of birdcages.
On a beautifully temperate Sunday afternoon, I went to Green-Wood Cemetery to watch a group of Revolutionary War reenactors celebrate the Battle of Brooklyn
Donohue’s Steak House still decorates its dining room with high, dark booths and red tablecloths, crackled paintings of tumultuous seas on wood-paneled walls, and a chalkboard loaded with specials from the Eisenhower era: Broiled Boston Scrod, Yankee Pot Roast, Meatloaf.
This is my introduction to Irene DeBenedittis of Leo’s Laticcini, also known as Mama’s of Corona. Irene makes the mozzarella and her sister Marie does the cooking—turkey with gravy, roast pork, manicotti, you name it. “I don’t use recipes,” says Marie. “I just go on instinct.”
On a recent summer night I wandered past Smalls jazz club on West 10th Street in the Village. The Maine coon cat reclining on the doorstep caught my attention, and the chalkboard announcement of “Tap Jam” held it. The cat is called Minnow and the Tap Jam is not to be missed.
We recently learned that El Quijote, the beloved Spanish restaurant in the Chelsea Hotel since 1930, will be changing hands. […]