Consolation Prize

Consolation Prize

I’m bummed that congestion pricing died in the State Assembly today, I’m trying to cheer myself up be focusing on things that give me pleasure, like the combo tofu stew with the side order of short ribs at Seoul Garden.

Ah, I feel a little better already. A little, anyway.

(Seoul Garden, 32 St, Manhattan)

Jo’s 72 St-Broadway IRT of Choice

Jo's 72 St-Broadway IRT of Choice

All my life I searched for my soulmate. Just after I got used to the idea that one probably didn’t exist, I found her. Now all I have to do these days is to sit back and enjoy life. And snap the occasional photo.

(72 St-Broadway Subway Station, Manhattan)

Be Very Afraid

Be Very Afraid

Now that NYC has been the safest large city in the U.S. for several years running, it’s getting harder and harder to find truly scary places within the five boroughs.

The East New York Station on the LIRR Atlantic Branch is one of those places. The station itself lies underneath the Atlantic Avenue viaduct and even in broad daylight looks like mole person territory.

But the forlorn platforms are nothing compared to the crypt-like pedestrian underpass that connects them. On a recent ride around Brooklyn, I used the underpass to get across Atlantic Avenue. It was deserted and and full of blind corners, and frankly, I was scared shitless and wondering what I was doing in that maze with a Bike Friday, an iPhone, and no weapons of any kind (except my razor wit, of course).

As it turns out, the Chinese geek with the funny bike was the scariest — and only — thing in that tunnel while I was down there. Other than my imagination. I memorialized the moment with my iPhone and got the heck out of there.

(LIRR East New York Station, Brooklyn)

On The 6

On The 6

He looked a little small for a seeing eye dog, but size isn’t everything, you know.

(6 train, Manhattan)

Unarticulated Tendencies

Unarticulated Tendencies

The “accordion” bus is more correctly referred to as an articulated bus, but whatever you call it, straddling the pivot point and yelling WOOT!!! everytime the bus turns is frowned upon. Or at least it is whenever I do it.

(M15 bus, Manhattan)

What If You’re The Sick Passenger?

What If You're The Sick Passenger?

My first day back outside. After spending 40 of the last 48 hours flat on my back (or spewing Monday’s lunch), it’s good to be on my own two feet, even if I’m not exactly 100%. DeKalb Avenue never looked so good.

(DeKalb Av Station, Brooklyn)

Take Away

Take Away

Meals on the run sometimes mean eating in unlikely and unsavory places. But when it’s 11:30pm and you haven’t eaten dinner, those concerns can fall away like crumbs from a knish.

(34 St-Herald Sq Station, Manhattan)