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eataku · 1 year
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Little Kirin, NYC
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Finally made it down to the much buzzed about Little Kirin on St. Mark’s Place and can’t speak highly enough of the lunch we had there!
Their signature Pho Short Rib sandwich exceeded every expectation in its taste and tenderness...
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Be sure to get the pho broth “dip” with it...
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We also went for the new special, their Vietnamese Xiu Mai Meatball Parm with Thai basil, jalapeño and melted mozzarella...
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A wonderful winning combo...
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Their Loaded Tater Tots, with sesame aioli, ginger scallion aioli and picked red onion are not to be missed...
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A short ten minute walk from our home, I have a feeling we’ll be enjoying a lot more of Little Kirin’s menu in 2023!
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LITTLE KIRIN
81 St. Mark’s Place
New York, NY 10003
646-398-9733
https://www.eatlittlekirin.com
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robert-carmona · 1 year
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St. Marks & 2nd Ave
Gem Spa, Freebeing Records & B&H Dairy
East Village, Circa 1983
PHOTO: © Peter Bennett
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w1ckedlittletown · 1 year
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trash and vaudeville and dumpling place, east village NYC (St Marks Place area)
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old-soulll · 2 years
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the wallpaper at this bar was wild…
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x-ref · 11 days
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Mondo Kim's on St. Mark's Place in NYC was the greatest video store on Earth. My friend Jacob and I used to rent tons of videos there -- and you'd get a VHS tape of some movie you never thought you'd get to see that had been taped off of TCM or something.
When I used to haunt the place, the Chrome box set had just been released and the music department was just blasting Chrome all the time.
Here's a good review of the new Kim's documentary -- which I cannot wait to see.
This oral history is essential reading. I go back to it every year or so.
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jonathanmentmedia · 6 months
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Photography Around Second Avenue in New York City
By Jonathan Ment Photography I have a number of photography sessions coming up including a coming of age celebration in Tannersville, NY and a smaller 75th Birthday gathering in Windham, NY and I will likely share details about each in the weeks ahead. This week, on a rare day free of other responsibilities, I am making time to share some photos I collected this summer. More will follow in the…
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charmedkim · 1 year
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How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
-W.H. Auden
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unganseylike · 2 months
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it still angers me that trc didn’t take place over the course of a full year. we are told at the beginning of trb that gansey will die between this st marks eve and next. this seems to imply the series will be bookended by st marks, and that perhaps the climactic foretold death will take place as they approach the next spring with a building sense of doom and inevitability. this is one of the few places where i actually remember my thoughts during the first time i read the series, and i clearly remember assuming that would be the case. it’s literally a cycle. ok, maybe we could’ve done one season per book, with book 4 approaching the end of winter/early spring when st marks occurs. it seems like we are on the right track- book 1 occurs over the spring, book 2 the summer. but then book 3 and 4 are both just the fall??? the symbolism couldve been there man. bllb couldve had all these autumn metaphors about the border between life (first half of the series, spring/summer) and death (gansey’s, winter). and trk couldve been like winter, but late- we get to see the leaves start to bud again. it’s a fucking cycle man. i have been thinking about this since 2016.
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newyorkthegoldenage · 4 months
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Homeless and unemployed men, guests of Urbain Ledoux, aka "Mr. Zero," enjoy a Christmas Day meal of mulligan stew at his haven for the needy called "The Tub," at 33 St. Mark's Place in 1931. The stew, made of turkey, chicken, goose and squab, was enjoyed by nearly 5,000 guests.
Photo: Associated Press via WHNT
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gotankgo · 2 months
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«1977. 33 St. Mark’s Place. Anya Phillips and Stiv Bators in the doorway of Manic Panic.
Roberta Bayley, photog.»
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bumblingbabooshka · 6 months
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[TUVOKTOBER: Day 26] Archery.
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illustratus · 2 years
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St. Mark's place in Venice at Moonlight
by Ippolito Caffi
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angeloftheodd · 5 months
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I read my poem, “Venus of Abyssal Seas”, at Village Works bookstore on Saturday night. 📖🌊🖤 It was so lovely to read my self-wedding poem at such a charming bookstore. 📚🥀 Thank you so much for hosting this reading, Village Works. 💖 Everyone’s poetry was awesome! 🔥🔥🔥
Read “Venus of Abyssal Seas” at Quail Bell Magazine. 💀
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federer7 · 2 years
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Untitled. [Man walking by man reading book over woman's shoulder, St. Marks Place, New York] ca. 1969
Photo: Leon Levinstein
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whilomm · 10 months
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looking at information on ehlers danlos and the Problems™
internet: "its really easy for people with ehlers danlos to sublux/dislocate stuff, sometimes without even realizing it!"
me: "okay cool maybe thats whats happening to me. hey internet how do i tell if ive subluxed/dislocated something"
internet: "oh no, you would DEFINITELY know if you did, thats not just something that happens without people realizing it!"
me: "but you just sa-"
internet: "YOU WOULD KNOW!!!"
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manwalksintobar · 17 days
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Rhapsody  // Frank O’Hara
515 Madison Avenue   door to heaven? portal stopped realities and eternal licentiousness or at least the jungle of impossible eagerness your marble is bronze and your lianas elevator cables   swinging from the myth of ascending I would join or declining the challenge of racial attractions they zing on (into the lynch, dear friends) while everywhere love is breathing draftily like a doorway linking 53rd with 54th the east-bound with the west-bound traffic by 8,000,000s   o midtown tunnels and the tunnels, too, of Holland where is the summit where all aims are clear   the pin-point light upon a fear of lust as agony’s needlework grows up around the unicorn   and fences him for milk- and yoghurt-work when I see Gianni I know he’s thinking of John Ericson   playing the Rachmaninoff 2nd or Elizabeth Taylor   taking sleeping-pills and Jane thinks of Manderley   and Irkutsk while I cough lightly in the smog of desire   and my eyes water achingly imitating the true blue a sight of Manahatta in the towering needle multi-faceted insight of the fly in the stringless labyrinth   Canada plans a higher place than the Empire State Building   I am getting into a cab at 9th Street and 1st Avenue   and the Negro driver tells me about a $120 apartment   “where you can’t walk across the floor after 10 at night   not even to pee, cause it keeps them awake downstairs” no, I don’t like that “well, I didn’t take it” perfect in the hot humid morning on my way to work   a little supper-club conversation for the mill of the gods you were there always and you know all about these things   as indifferent as an encyclopedia with your calm brown eyes   it isn’t enough to smile when you run the gauntlet you’ve got to spit like Niagara Falls on everybody or Victoria Falls or at least the beautiful urban fountains of Madrid   as the Niger joins the Gulf of Guinea near the Menemsha Bar that is what you learn in the early morning passing Madison Avenue   where you’ve never spent any time and stores eat up light I have always wanted to be near it though the day is long (and I don’t mean Madison Avenue)   lying in a hammock on St. Mark’s Place sorting my poems   in the rancid nourishment of this mountainous island   they are coming and we holy ones must go is Tibet historically a part of China? as I historically   belong to the enormous bliss of American death
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