No, I don't want a swig of your beer.

Wish I was carrying a real camera at the time for this one. This guy was great. Flirtin' with the ladies, chastizing the guys, posing for shots.

Foodies to hold their breath (and plastic spoons) until further notice.

Dessert lovers take note. I noticed late last week that there was a staple missing from my daily walk home from work. Covered here back in March, the Dessert Truck is nowhere to be found. Panic on the streets.

Checking in with their Twitter page (wait, Twitter is actually serving a purpose?!), there was a tweet directing followers to their menu because "it's the only place we could fit it." It?

Off to the website and up came the menu. It wasn't a menu but rather a letter. Eff.

Here's an excerpt (full letter here):

We can’t open! Yesterday [8/6] the city notified us that the mobile food vendor’s permit used by DessertTruck is no longer valid. For reasons too confusing and vague for us to understand, the city denied the permit holder the right to renew his permit.

What does this mean? We can’t sell on the street to passerby. It does NOT mean we are out of business – we will continue to cater private events and find a way to open to the public again.

Wow. This is the second dessert destination in my neighborhood to close in the last month after 2nd Avenue's Max Brenner skipped town two weeks ago. Hopefully the crew over at the DTruck can get things figured out. Where else can I get my bread pudding & bacon glaze fix?!

Forget Brooklyn - the Nets' new arena is moving to the East Village.

My Sunday was anything but a Funday, but I did escape from my tomb apartment for long enough capture this particular sight. Sneakers on telephone lines are nothing new, but including a mini basketball hoop? Sure why not, right? Don't ask me how it got there or who uses it for practice. Check it out next time you're standing around 3rd Ave and 8th Street.

Free to a good home.

Outside of the former Cooper Union building (and Starbucks!) was a line of school desk chairs. Leftovers from the building's gutting, the white sign on the fence behind them said "free." Who's going to take nearly a dozen school chair/desk combos? Side note: I, like every left handed student out there, LOATHED these chairs. Think about it. Leaning over to the side made for everyone else, life just didn't seem fair. Good riddance.



Ten bucks says Da La Vega tags them today.

So close, yet so far from its final resting place.

It rained (again) today, wrapping up what feels like a week of crummy weather. This is June, not April, right? I spotted this wounded soldier on the corner of 7th and what I assume is still 3rd Ave. Near McSorely's, the new Cooper Union building, and the space craft, this defeated guy almost made it to the trash. I plan to submit the pic to Better Off Soaked, a blog devoted to broken umbrellas everywhere. If you see any in your town be sure to snap a quick shot and send it over to author Katie; it's an entertaining read to keep in your daily line up of blogs. A soaked shot from the younger bro's graduation made the cut last month (search the site for Boston College).

Cheers - happy weekend everyone.