The biggest story of the night is not a tropical storm in New Orleans. Okay. The Rolling Stones had to move their concert to Monday.
The dominant national breaking news? A local blackout on the West Side of Manhattan. 42 years to the day since a 1977 event. So dire that Bill DeBlasio is jetting back to the City where he is still the Mayor. From Iowa where he is actually. Nothing.
When you watch Cable coverage, the greatest hardship in NYC besides people not being able to finish their steak at Del Frisco restaurant is the curtailed JLo concert at Madison Square Garden. Now that is a tragedy! Luckily we are just above the darkness. So far.
When I moved back to the Upper West Side in 2016, ubiquitous scaffolding was the most jarring change I saw to my former ‘hood. Yes. From the 1960’s to 1980’s there were some pretty skeevy streets above 69th. But. At least the mom & pop shops were in plain view. As was The Museum Café, Victor’s Cuban, Ruskay’s, then Ruelle’s. Bustling with outside tables and windows for people watching.
In 2019, the scaffolding scourge continues to spread. It’s rare to find a building not shrouded by dark cobwebbed metal and wood. Obscuring business signage and entrances, leaving al fresco spaces too dank to dine under. Even the stately San Remo has a newly erected shed. Sad.
An expanded bike lane running up Central Park West has been approved. Displacing parking spaces. Oy. Whatta mess.
I’m in the not so cute camp. USA World Cup Women’s Soccer player Morgan sipping tea seemed like cheeky unsportsmanlike conduct.
The Bernie lane may have narrowed, but added together with Warren’s poll numbers, leftest lane is the widest.
Met Gala is an anachronism. But. It you want to grade ’em for CAMP. Lady Gaga. Cardi B. Jared Leto. Katy Perry. Best in Show.
Tiger was emotional as he received his Medal of Freedom in the Rose Garden. If we cannot celebrate that, the country is screwed.
And. Please. Just go Hillary & Joe. Know when to exit the stage.
Finally a beautiful warm Spring day. At our al fresco fave Tavern on the Green. Shared a flatbread. One Peroni. One Radeberger pilsner. Patio bar filled with European tourists and ladies who lunch.
The drink of choice for six suburban matrons with matching smart watches was a Green on the Green – Fair Quinoa vodka, kiwi, matcha, & lime. That’s right. Gluten-free vodka from South American quinoa. Seriously. It was a sick shade of green. Like the new seasonal color. Everyone’s wearing it. From fashionistas and actresses to Melania.
I’ll stick with NY black & beer.
A tilt in the winter air. Lunar eclipse could be seen by West Siders on a clear night. Yet. Nothing seems right.
Super Bowl teams decided by a bad call and a coin toss. HBO’s excellent Brexit with Benedict Cumberbatch sheds chilling light on what happened both there and here in 2016. The Mercer’s and Cambridge Analytica are responsible for it all. Steve Bannon, too. A must see.
True Detective music. Season three.