Apparently we were at a soft opening or hard opening of this spot (Pops) last weekend? Not sure what is was, but there were beers and burgers and fries and the like. And you know it was on the house.

This joint is the newest addition to a sort of hipster ground zero that is Bedford Avenue from N4-N9. A vortex opened as we stepped onto the Ave. Forcing our way past oversized non-prescription glasses and scarves that double as sleeping bags to a 60's theme-d party in the city. This was a quick stop on the way.

I actually didn't try the food but I did shotgun a beer, and I also drank one normally (actually Malt Liquor from a can). I would eat here and so would so many other people. It is in a perfect location and pretty damn laid back scene. Burgers are $4.50, which means you can almost get 3 of these guys for the price of a Dumont Burger (12.50), and that is really the only information you are gonna get from this review. Don't look for them online, it's impossible.

Pops
American Bar/Comfort Food
I think just beer?
Bedford and North 8th maybe. 

   A word of advice, if you're going to do blow in the bathroom have the common courtesy to at least try and give the impression you aren't powdering your nose.  Maybe you should flush the toilet so when the next person walks in the water will still be settling.  Or maybe you could just not do coke at all or maybe I want you to do coke until you overdose so I won't have to wait as long to take a piss.

   To tell you the truth I just like to steal oranges from this place.

The Beatrice Inn

285 W. 12th St., New York, NY

   Being I may move there I wanted to give the oft forgot area of Red Hook a try. We strolled from the Heights under the BQE all while sifting our way through the hypodermic needles that littered the streets, dealers plying there trade and the occasional rabid dog just waiting to sink those teeth into some meaty thigh. After a quick jaunt through the Red Hook Park, that is not so adorned with poor lighting. We swooned over the adjacent-to-the-park condos/lofts...they were ballin. Walking by and in a couple places we ended up at the perfect place to drown away our sorrows concerning the recent state of the economy.

   El Huipil, provided a tasty retreat from the rest of the city while their margaritas fueled what would be 1 memorable night.  Simple decor and menu offerings give way to a diverse crowd and laid back, friendly wait-staff. I am going back here. How many times? Who knows? Oh and before I forget . . . the gods smile upon us finding a cab and as we are running to ensure our ride what do we see making a right turn in the distance.

Shrimp Quesadillas were standard, but tasty. Great salsa and google them to find their special is hominy on Saturdays.

116A Sullivan St. at Conover Street, Brooklyn NY 11231 TEL: (718) 855-4548

   I wasn't surprised, the only place I know of that serves it on tap is Nevada Smiths.  Then I requested a bottle.  The bartender answered, no. 

   "Do you even have Kronenbourg?"

   "No, just the sign."

   The only thing worse then pretending you're something you're not is... Well, pretending to be something you're not.

   I don't care to even try their food much less give them a chance to serve me a coffee or a Bud Light. They can burn in hell until they take that sign down.

Belcourt

84 E 4th St
New York, NY 10003
(212) 979-2034

Washingtonian. Atmosphere, Decor and lighting provided a good start to the overall. The food was classic standard. We ordered the avocado and pesto crostini to start with a half bottle of red. An entree of home made Cavatelli with Faiccos Hot Sausage & browned Sage Butter - 15 - is the best Italian dish I have had out in a year. Take the F or G to Caroll Street and one block over to Court. Make left and walk down 4 blocks. 

Not my photo

Frankies 457
457 Court Street, Brooklyn NY
403 4033

   A slightly subpar iced cappucino was the small downside to an otherwise epiphenomena that occured in the short time it took to make a coffee and our decision to leave because of the power that was being exerted by the decor. I strongly recommend this place for heavy reading or scribing. Or just go their to get some organic cookies or something. Either way do yourself a favor and take the green line to the Nevins stop in Brooklyn, walk down, and after you have filled your head with feng genius take a quick jaunt accross the street to a clothing store I haven't a clue what it is named and enjoy the rest of the day. Peep that clothing store though.

Unknown to me, PRR ventured off and found another to-go margarita place, El Sombrero in LES.  This entry is a tribute to the one I found, Cafe El Portal on 174 Elizabeth Street.

I've eaten here once and the food is pretty typical for a Mexican joint.  However, I have gotten a mild buzz here more than a few times.  The margaritas are delicious and the bar maid does her job with a cool and confident ease.

My suggestion.  Go by yourself (or with a friend) order a pitcher drink it.  Then before you leave get one to go.  Then walk around in a daze until you find another bar and maybe later on in the day return to Elizabeth Street and go to Lovely Day (196 Elizabeth Street) for some Thai food... That's if you find your way back.  If not go for brunch the next day and refuel on their Bloody Mary's.

I just planed the next two days for you... Go, get wasted and remember the days you dreamed of being a marine biologist or a country music star. Then after you cry for two hours because you realize that you are completely worthless, pass out on the floor of the Pre-war apartment you're paying $2,000 a month for.

Last night I went to write a little.  I went around 8 o'clock and purchased an ice coffee for $3.00, overpriced if you ask me but I had to pay my admission to hang in the company of really "cool" people in a very "posh" East Village cafe.  It was a fair trade off.

I put in 2 hours of quality work.  I was quite content until I was tapped on the shoulder by the barista.

Barista: Can I get you anything?

Me: No, Thanks.

Barista: Well you know one iced coffee doesn't allow you to stay here for over 2 hours.

I look around me, I'm one of maybe 7 people in the place that accounts for maybe 10% of the cafe seating.  I am sitting outside, wearing a crazy hat and a handsome face... If anything that attracts business.  I was blown away.

Me: Um... Thats fine I'll leave then.

He gives me a mean stare.  I'm in shock, is the economy really that bad?  I was infuriated.

Solution - I'm renting a car, pulling up in front of the place and blasting Killing In The Name Of by Rage Against The Machine.  Then at some point I'm going to jump on the hood of the car and scream at the top of my lungs::::

FAIRRRR TRADEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE COFFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Then I'm going to start moshing around like a maniac and pull out a bag of fair trade coffee beans and throw them at patrons.

Fuck Cafe Pick Me Up.

    The opening act was not worth mentioning accept for the fact he made me realize how enjoyable it would be to go to an actual bible beating revival. Outside of Marty Markowitz' Summer Concert series being a performing artist graveyard, Huey holds a special place in some hearts. The best songs were Power of Love and A New Kind of Drug. I wouldn't see them again but I am happy I did at least once.

Best fish and chips I have had hands down. The frequenters are not much to write about. For some reason a lot of loners eat there by the bar including me on several occasions. Get the cod and chips with a Harp Lager or 2 and remember that there are things that can be truly enjoyed in this world. The now have 3 locations including mine on Atlantic and Henry. The others are the original in Park Slope and the newest in Bay Ridge. Check out their site here.