BOWLING. That's what the big illuminated sign screams in red-apple letters that look as though they should be shining on a Times Square marquee.
The Northeastern seaboard is an endless conglomeration of history, culture and natural beauty. But if endless days of museums, sightseeing and walking become a little tiring, let loose by hitting the rowdiest watering holes.
Families -- usually described as dysfunctional -- are the meat-and-potatoes of the best (and not infrequently the worst) American dramas. Now consider adding to them the Chekhovian quintet Richard Nelson has introduced.
Anastasia Tsantes stands on her feet all day. She's a waitress who's used to pulling 12- and 13-hour shifts.
This is kind of creepy: Evan Makrogiannis is talking about mixing up a batch of blood. The recipe is so simple that even a child can do it, and his sons, 13-year-old Liam and 12-year-old Tristan, are pros at adding red, blue and yellow food coloring to corn syrup.
Whether your goal is to purchase or merely to windowshop and admire some of the world's most beautiful merchandise, spend a day exploring Soho's side streets.
In cities like New York City, some street art has a much bigger purpose than the murals and graffiti art coloring cracked sidewalks and plastering the sides of old buildings and subway walls. Check out our finds.
Craft beer festivals have been taking over event spaces nationwide, popping up year round to offer the palates of beer connoisseurs new and unique ales and lagers. For a more in-depth understanding, I spoke to Jim Pickett, the NYC Craft Beer Festival's beer curator.
The Rev. Dwayne L. Jackson is standing tall in the pulpit staring at the empty pews. The First Reformed Church of Astoria, the red Gothic Revival building wedged between the houses of 12th Street like an afterthought, holds 300 faithful.
The guiding principal of this Steppenwolf production of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, directed seamlessly by Pam MacKinnon, is to return to the text, avoid grandstanding and shoot for realism.
As I nearly inhaled the most amazing salted caramel buttercream macaron I've ever met in my life, I made a new buddy behind the counter -- Simon. My fast friend offered me another sweet treat, and I obliged (because when Simon says, you follow suit).
Rudy's is the only extensive, eclectic hobby shop left in Queens, and surely it is the only one in the world that sells crosses and holy water right alongside jigsaw puzzles and plastic toy soldiers.
It is clear why The Best of Everything appeals to modern-day audiences, but what was not counted on, however, was the frightening relevance of the play to present-day women, especially during an election season.
Perhaps my expectations were a bit too high, but the talented folks at The Flea Theater couldn't entirely save this clever concept for a show from what struck me as unfortunately simplistic writing.
"I shun the normal and the commonplace," proclaims Cyrano de Bergerac, writer and duelist. "My style comes from within!" This production, as Cyrano is fond of saying, is loaded with panache.
Performed on a crowded stage with an austere set at the Bowery, Barcode has the handmade, bootstrap feel of a musical hoisted together by sweat and toil at an Occupy encampment, and in context it works.