This place is my go to neighborhood comfort food. its the perfect home cooking style Italian American spot around. Everything is basically sitting in catering trays and you can get ziti, chicken, calamari, and whatever. My usual is a chicken parm on a roll with vodka sauce. Two potato croquettes on the side.
perfect cozy red sauce italian joint in a neighborhood that's becoming increasingly "hip"
"live laugh love" esq art everywhere, fun wait staff, mean looking owner, it's got it all. feels like home the pro order is chicken parm with vodka sauce. portions are large enough to get an entire second meal out of, but i usually just do it all in one go and wash it down with the house chianti
my dad (raised in jackson heights) has been going to these spots since the late 50’s vincent’s is all about the steamed calamari, mussels, fried shrimp and hot red sauce ferrara is cannoli town
nicknamed The Vin after its full legal name Potraviny, this little bodega corner store is the go to for a sweet treat. my Vin order is a cherry coke, pho, and an oreo ice cream bar.
School made us think reading is a holy act. It is not. Its just something to do. Like watching a movie or sports. You aren’t going to be tested by anyone. Read high. Read drunk. Read 2 pages. Read half awake. Remember nothing or just some of it. It really doesn’t matter
I feel like growing up every band or musician besides super huge pop stars was just normal looking. Not weird in a cool way and not perfectly curated. Just actually weird or actually normal. I miss that. Everyone is too hot now. To quote Silver Jews, "What's with all the handsome grandsons
In these rock band magazines?
What have they done with the fat ones?
The bald and the goateed?" We need more normals in music.