Some podcast aficionados say that this year’s breakout hit was “Food on Franklin.” The Concourse is thrilled to host the year-end episode of this noteworthy podcast.
Terrible news my friends: They have built so many new apartments in beautiful Brooklyn that rents might not go up as fast as they usually did. Uh oh, darn it, shoot!
Both existing fans and new listeners of the much-discussed podcast “Food on Franklin” will be pleased to learn that a new episode is now available online.
The privilege of getting somewhere quickly and relatively inexpensively has been offset by the price of being wedged between strangers with nothing inanimate to hold onto as the train lurches ahead. New York City subway usage, at 1.763 billion rides last year, has hit its highest point since 1948. If you were going to…
There’s the hometown guy. And then there’s the hometown guy.
Danny Garcia has a devilish face; a Luciferian goatee; a muscular physique; an evil, laconic smile; a garish fashion taste; and a goading, belligerent father. You can imagine him whipping the ass of cowering middle school classmates for kicks.
One of the challenges of writing about things on the internet is having the discipline to contain yourself, for the sake of being able to call an item of work finished instead of knitting it into some mammoth all-encompassing rant about, like, American culture or capitalism or the human condition or whatever that will…
All I wanted was a slice. That's not too much to ask, is it?
Three after three, against an increasingly incredulous and frustrated defense. This is how it always plays out in the head of the unathletic perimeter shooter during the walk to the playground, but rarely does it come true.
Imagine being a Brooklyn kid, born and raised in Brooklyn, representing Brooklyn, wearing "Brooklyn" clothes and yapping about Brooklyn! your whole life. And finally they build a big world-class stadium in Brooklyn, and you, the Brooklyn kid, get to headline a night of boxing there, and when you get off the train at…
The Islanders will soon be calling Brooklyn's Barclays Center their home, and the geographical change may also be accompanied by an aesthetic one. Sources tell the New York Post that the team's sports marketing team is weighing the adoption of a new color scheme, and that they are already showing prospective designs…
Picture courtesy of A View From My Seat, which lets users upload photos of the sightlines at various arenas. If the $255 tickets selling on StubHub for section 225 (pictured above) strike you as a bit steep, why not move slightly to the left, over to the cozy confines of section 226, and pay only $231?
When the Islanders announced their surprise move to the Barclays Center, the obvious questions was whether they would come in for a makeover, à la the Nets. They were quick to reassure their fans that the name and colors would carry over.
Elizabeth A. Harris's New York Times piece today asks the question everyone else forgot to ask: Why is the Barclays Center, home of the relocated and rebranded Brooklyn Nets, covered with rust?
It was Williamsburg Night at MCU Park, home of the Brooklyn Cyclones, a hipster-friendly mashup of the usual minor league quirkiness and a particular local flair. (And probably super-familiar for attendees, since they all moved to Brooklyn from the Midwest three years ago, amirite?) Among the promotions were a pregame…
So, we had a tornado here in New York yesterday evening. Most people took it in stride. These bros in Brooklyn freaked right the fuck out. Let's enjoy.
In sports, everyone is a winner—some people just win better than others. Like Daniel Goldstein, the last man standing between the Nets and their shiny Brooklyn arena, who just got $3 million to sit down. That stinks.