Yesterday, as I was searching for information of the crooked banker of yesteryear, Max Garfunkel, of the firm of Garfunkel and Tauster , I ...

Damn. I passed by Manganaro Grosseria Italiana just last week, and almost went in for a sandwich. But didn't. And now it's gone...

I was walking down the lower stretch of Clinton Street on the Lower East Side when I gave 67 Clinton a once over and noticed its interestin...

This blog has occasionally reminisced about Steak Row , the gone-forever strip of utterly male, red-meat-and-strong-booze eateries that once...

Two years ago, I blogged about this intriguing Ridgewood building at the corner of Onderdonk and Stockholm. I noted the odd color, the odd...

I originally thought this New York Times story took place in the East Village. As several sharp-eyed readers informed me, it actually took p...

This is 84 Second Avenue in the East Village. I've always liked this building, mainly because it's one of those old-fashioned, two-...

The wacky tropical font on this hair salon sign makes me think it used to be a tiki bar name Timbuktu.

I was frustrated in trying to learn the backstory of El Sitio , a longstanding Cuban restaurant in Woodside. I could not discover the name ...

Ravaged Coney Island doesn't have many landmark businesses left standing. You can count them on a couple hands. I thought I knew them a...