I've had many a drink in the small, dark-wood bar of Bill's Gay Nineties restaurant (called the Silver Dollar Bar0, the unsung, old-...

All this time while the Spanish glass-and-metal boys Cemusa were zapping street corners with the new bus shelters and newsstands—part of a c...

Solomon's traffics in the obsolete notion that appliances don't have to be thrown away once they break; they can be repaired! I hear...

Murray's Sturgeon Shop on the Upper West Side is the kind of city treasure that just bides its time quietly year after year, not garneri...

The Williamsburgh Bank Building's main hall was one of the things open during Open House New York last weekend. Hours were long, there w...

The past weekend was Open House New York, possibly my favorite two days of the New York City calendar. As in the past four years of the annu...

I thought these icons of yesteryear had totally disappeared from New York streets years ago. But seeing is believing. This holdout stands at...

Sometimes a single landowner can improve life in NYC through a eccentric act of pique. Take the worthy who owns the three-story, strangely s...

Those Cemusa bus shelter/newsstand people strike like lightning. Last Thursday night I was waiting for the (loathsome) B61 bus at around 7 P...

The death of the Times Square Howard Johnson's was one of the catastrophes that inspired this blog. So it's been an irritant that th...