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Thu Jun 28
Sure, watching competitive eaters try to best Japanese powerhouse Takeru Kobayashi's hot-dog-scarfing record is undoubtedly appealing. But for those who don't want to schlep to Coney Island this July 4, trendy chainlet Wink offers an attractive alternative: For the holiday, it's chipping prices on all of its girly clothes and accessories by 10 percent in its three shops and online at winknyc.com. 155 Spring St between West Broadway and Wooster St (212-334-3646); 188 Columbus Ave between 68th and 69th Sts (212-877-7727); 1050 Lexington Ave between 74th and 75th Sts (212-249-2033)
Paris when she fizzles
Thu Jun 28
Now we know the real reason why ABC and NBC opted out of airing a postjail interview with Paris Hilton. Money had nothing to do with itthey obviously realized that nothing she could say could possibly be interesting enough to justify squandering an hour of airtime on her, even in the middle of the summer when Last Comic Standing and Next Best Thing: Who Is The Greatest Celebrity Impersonator? are making the cut in prime time. The overexposed heiress's breathlessly hyped visit to CNN's Larry King Live was an astonishingly dull hour of television, made worse by the postgame analysis that a clearly pained Anderson Cooper led with a "panel of experts." It didn't have to be that way: King, who takes pride in doing as little homework for his interviews as possible, could have opened the frakking phone lines instead of just asking her minor variations on the same three questions over and over (it might have spared us exposure to her seizure-inducing quasipoetry). And unlike Barbara...
Et tu, Brute? Rebecca Charles goes for redemption
Thu Jun 28
Its a banner week for Rebecca Charles, the chef and restaurateur behind ten-year-old Pearl Oyster Bar. The celebrated arbiter of fish-shack lan has taken on former employee Ed McFarland. whose Pearl dopplegnger, Eds Lobster Bar, opened in March. McFarland isnt the only Charles protg to fly the coop. She famously exported Mary Redding, who would go on to open the first Pearl spin-off, Marys Fish Camp. But McFarlands betrayal, which according to Charles includes not only the co-opting of her New Englandinspired menu and decor, but also of a carefully guarded Caesar salad recipe, was grievous enough to call Charles to action. Claiming a violation of intellectual property, she filed suit against McFarland Tuesday morning. Theres no question that Eds, like Marys before it, is derivativethe long, cool marble bar, unobtrusive gray wainscoting and easy menu of fish-shack staples reek of Charless influence. But is it deserving of legal action? Theres certainly a precedent: In...
Fitness Face-Off: splits (sessions 17-19)
Thu Jun 28
While I've been a listless blogger of late, it's only because it's hot, not because I haven't been making many a pilgrimage to Re:AB. Last week was tough, emotionally and otherwise, despite a productive workout with Kate on Friday (I nearly maxed out the reformer while doing my Russian splits). I felt tight, which in turn caused me to seize up mentally, which in turn made me feel tighter. For whatever reason, it just hurt more than normal. After a weekend reprievethough I did practice my forward lunges (place your front knee directly above your ankle, extend your back leg and then sort of hang into the hip flexor)I felt remarkably refreshed for my workout with Brooke on Tuesday. We started with a bunch of front kicks (using a bar for support you kick as high as you can, swinging it through to the back), before working into flying ronde de jambes (flying, only because we were using momentum). We skipped the reformer completely, using the Cadillac as our mat (interesting fact:...
Jury duty, day two
Thu Jun 28
Greetings, my little Sno-Kones. Yesterday I'd whipped up a frothy blog post, but I couldn't post it because our website was being revamped, and so now you'll have to willingly suspend your disbelief, because I'm posting this from inside the confines of Time Out, seeing as I wasn't ever picked for a jury, but I wrote it from inside the jury factory. All righty then: Well, I'm back, my little legal eagles. Not back to the blog, though that's true, but back to 100 Centre Street where I'm currently sitting in the hall because the jury room is full and the jury lunch room is full and this building is like a giant monster that burps jurors into hall and then swallows them again. That was disgusting. This morning there was a lengthy roll call and everyone said "here" except one person said "right here" and one said "that's me." No one said "present" or "yo." I thought of asserting my funky uniqueness by answering in an unorthodox fashion, but decided against it. Actually, I didn't...