Showing posts with label wall st. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wall st. Show all posts

Friday, October 2, 2009

DUMBO is DUMB


Are you crying right now? I am. Poor Dumbo. No one could ruin the heart-break and charm of this classic Disney movie. Except New York City realtors.

Yes those devil-worshiping leeches were trying to gentrify a perfectly good neighborhood known as Fulton Landing for a long long time and in 1978 New Yorkers caught on. In an effort to deter developers they started referring to their neighborhood as Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass (D.U.M.B.O.). So there developers and real estate agents! Try to sell this neighborhood to anyone but bridge trolls!

Wait, what's that? You aren't deterred at all? And you made the neighborhood look like a mini financial district? Because bridge trolls run Wall St? Drats.

Apparently Jerry Seinfeld has said that the real name of the 'hood is "Down Under Manhattan Bridge" but that the locals added the "O" so that they wouldn't be living in "DUMB." Well I'm sorry Fulton Landing residents, it is dumb. I'm gonna go start a petition to get you your old name back. Not because of you, but because it's what Dumbo would have wanted.
It's because of stuff like this that Peter Pan left New York City.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Bath houses are great for morning afters

The best cure for a hangover in NYC has got to be the bathes. Be they Russian, Turkish, or Jewish (yes, Jewish) the best thing to do for yourself is get a bloody mary from the SoHo Grand and once refueled go sweat out every bad decision you made the night before.

My personal Manhattan-based favs are the Wall St Bath & Spa and the Russian and Turkish Baths. Let's explore:


Wall St Bath & Spa is the sorta place you can take that girl/guy/vacuum cleaner that ended up in your bed last night to smooth the transition into the daylight hours and see if she/he/it is at all interesting/interested in you. Bring a magazine and plan on staying for hours and hours because all you'll do is want to go back and forth from the steam rooms to the jacuzzi/pool area. Sounds nice right? If you're a cigar enthusiast I highly recommend the smoking lounge where you can feel totally ludicrous sitting in the fancy leather chairs while wearing your swim trunks.

The Russian and Turkish Baths are a little more...hardcore. I imagine that's where the above Abu Ghraibesque photo was taken. There's no luxurious jacuzzi tub, just the cold dip pool you can pop into between steam rooms which makes you have past-life flashbacks of when you were a penguin and all your other penguin friends knocked you off of the ice and into the water. Still it's somehow a nice thing to do in between sweats.

Then there's the guys that walk around and offer to beat you (hello Chris Brown, job opportunity!!!). As their website states, "
Lie down while in the Russian Room and a platza specialist will scrub you (actually beat you) with a broom made of fresh oak leaves, sopping with olive oil soap. The oak leaves contain a natural astringent, which will open your pours, remove toxins, and actually take off layers of dead skin. Some described the platza as 'Jewish acupuncture.'" I won't touch that last line it's too good already.

My friend Dave got a treat one time while at the Russian and Turkish Baths. While changing in the locker room a man came up to him and offered a sample massage. Dave took him up on that and...well...at that point I had to leave because of the noises he was making. That and the fact that I was giggling. That guy definitely did not work there Dave. But hey, a massage is a massage right? Guy time!


photo courtesy of TimeOut New York
 

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