The cyclist you love to hate. While often dismissed as a dangerous fashion trend, this cyclist yearns for simplicity and harmony in the gritty chaos of NYC. They can be easily recognized by their brightly colored, brake-less bicycles and non-stop pedaling.
The middle-aged cyclist with something to prove. You bet they can race AND they have a the expendable income to buy a $5,000 bike and matching tights with the padded butt crack. They will always be seen training for the next big race, riding laps around Central Park.
This cyclist will never be seen wearing a helmet, because "helmet hair" is way more embarassing than a crushed skull. They are most frequently seen walking their bikes along Bedford Ave, wearing Ray-Bans or ironically smoking cigarettes and talking on their iPhones while trying to ride up the Williamsburg Bridge.
This cyclist has no time for bullshit. There are long plastic tubes to be delivered to tall buildings. As highly evolved utilitarians who have a fearless and instinctual command NYC traffic, they flow down Broadway like fish downstream. However, their cunning is too often the cause of their demise.
Don't be fooled by his khaki shorts and extra white teeth. This man is dedicated. He can often be seen hauling up to 50 lbs of disinterested progeny around Prospect Park in a vain attempt to strengthen the bond between father and child.
While longing for the bygone days of cheap Soho lofts and "happenings," this retired feminist spends her days volunteering at the local food co-op and growing her own in "herbs" in her rooftop greenhouse.
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Bodrum Turkish Mediterranean
Bodrum serves Turkish cuisine that also reflects the surrounding areas of the Mediterranean and North Africa.
Venue says: “Join us for addictive weekend brunch on our outside patio! Saturday & Sunday only: 11:30am – 3:00pm”