Fried pickles have arrived! Fried pickles have long been popular in Texas and wherever else white people celebrate their deepfryer, but now we found this definition, awarding our neighborhood a share in the glory (did you know?): What’s a Frickle? Its a lighty battered, deep fried, Lower East Side pickle, served with a Dijon dipping sauce. It is—most astonishingly—quite good. In other words, for a pickle to sizzle good down in Texas, it’s got to come from 10002. (The Big Apple)
Gal Found Dead in Apt. Downtown. The remarkable ability of the Post headline poets to enter a smirk into reporting even the most garish, horrifying, frightening news should put them way up there on the Pulitzer shortlist, and yet, they never get any. Or maybe they’ve developed this one-smirk-fits-all attitude because they’re not getting any. The gal in question has been decomposing on the floor of her place on Suffolk Street.
Population shift: 115,000 music fans flooded New York’s Lower East Side. From Tuesday through Saturday, the CMJ Music Marathon more than 50 venues participated, hosting an estimated 1,000 artists, most in search of a record deal or a higher profile for their self-released music. (USA Today)
Yes, the Post is full of lowlifes, but they’re such loveable lowlifes… This morning’s editorial with the domestic-disturbance style headline, Take Out The Trash, Shelly, narrowed the political discussion to the clear choice between bad people (Shelly Silver and his cabal of cronies) and good people (whomever is not Shelly Silver in any given story). A key part of Bloomberg’s plan is to construct a recycling station on the Gansevoort Peninsula in the West Village, on land slotted to be part of the Hudson River Park. So baddie liberal Assembly Democrats from the West Side: Richard Gottfried, Deborah Glick and Linda Rosenthal – “Silver allies, all” (as opposed to the huge anti-Silver faction in the Assembly…) object. To the wall, every last one of them!
Puerto Rican statehood, anyone? Mark Hemingway, in National Review Online, offers a biased but thorough analysis of the H.R. 900, “a new bill working its way through the House (it’s scheduled for mark-up on Tuesday), would force another vote on the statehood issue in Puerto Rico. However, the way the bill is written, the referendum would be structured in such a way that it would stack the deck against Puerto Ricans who wish to vote to maintain their existing commonwealth status.” Interestingly, Hemingway counts our own Rep. Nydia Velázquez, a Puerto Rican Democrat, among the opponents of statehood – which could add two new senators and seven new representatives to Congress, all of them Democrats.
If Hemingway and Gertrude Stein were alive today and the LES were the Latin Quarter, they’d be sitting in the Pink Pony. Or so suggests Stephanie Nolasco on Chictoday. “If you thought the Lower East Side was merely the Bar District, you may want to take a stroll down Ludlow Street and visit the Pink Pony, a beloved hangout for artists, writers, and of course, fedora-wearing NYU hipsters all dressed up and no place to go.” We used to be NYU hipsters, until somebody stole our fedora.
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