An unmarked cop car sped alongside my train at 5:30 in the morning for a few blocks, window down, cop hanging out, smiling and waving at all us sleepy commuters on board.
I was really bummed when I found out I’d be working the whole weekend, because it meant I would miss the old trains that were on display at Grand Central.
Little did I know that the Times Square Shuttle was running a train made up of cars from the 30’s, 50’s, and 70’s! I rode to work like it was 1952 today, and it was awesome.
(via foxgeist)
"Onward the officer drove, around cars beneath the subway tracks, like Gene Hackman’s character, Detective Popeye Doyle, in “The French Connection.” Of course, Popeye was after a cop-killing henchman for a drug smuggler, while Officer Hamid was chasing a teenager who had stolen a woman’s iPhone. But, as they say, the city has changed."
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The dramatic arrest of an iPhone thief in Flushing last month on board a 7 train, as detailed in a great New York Times article from this morning.
I can imagine the conversation on the sidewalk as it went down.
“‘Scuse me officer, what’s going on? Why was there just a massive car chase? Why did you guys stop that subway? Did someone get shot? Fall on the tracks?”
“No, we’re recovering an iPhone.”
Who Are These People?
If you’ve been around these parts for a stretch of time, you know my love for Katz’s knows no bounds.
I always go for counter service, never the waiters, only because that’s what my Dad always does when he goes. I suspect his Dad did too. And probably his Dad.
But I am so incredibly happy there’s a smartass waiter blogging with the world. David, you’re doing important work.
I love all of this. I love David’s disgusted look. I love the rest of the guys behind the counter. I love pastrami on rye with mustard. I love Dr. Brown’s.
This is just so great. So, so great.
Disclaimer: Opinions of The Last Jewish Waiter are not necessarily those of Katz’s Deli.
I was standing in the front of the store, it was a Sunday night and I was beat. I am a waiter at Katz’s. Easily the most absurd job I’ve ever had, and I have had some seriously absurd jobs in my life. At Katz’s, it’s busy! Like super busy, I don’t know how to explain how busy. Just people everywhere! You run around the cafeteria from one station to the next, picking up and depositing food. The customers, who are mostly tourists usually take it, like they are at the DMV or something. Like somehow, this is acceptable, because everyone else is accepting it. But in reality, for a restaurant it’s really not acceptable. It’s pretty fucking gross really. And I love it! I throw silverware at the customers, refuse to serve certain items, and am generally nasty. With a certain understood kindness at the bottom.
For example, a family of four will sit down to dine, it’ll go something like this:
ME: Hi, how are you doing? Have you been here before?
THEM: No.
ME: OK, well. The Pastrami is the best, the corned beef is very good, the potato Latkes are great, and the fries are actually really super delicious. Should i come back?
Usually they need to confer, I can tell just with a glance and a few words what is gonna happen.
Anyway. I come back.
ME: So you guys figure this thing out yet?
The Mother points to her daughter: Well, she’s gonna get the Roast Beef…
(I quickly shake my head, like a pitcher throwing off a bad sign)
ME: No, don’t get it. It’s really rare, and I promise you the pastrami is much better.
Mother: Oh. Well, she doesn’t like pastrami.
ME: Trust me, she does. She just doesn’t know it yet.
Who are these people?
So 30 more subway stations in NYC got fitted with cell phone service today, which is pretty great - but AT&T, you should be pretty embarrassed that Internet service is now way, way better below ground than it is at street level.
Attention kids and animals! Every Saturday this month at 11:30am we’ll take a subway safari with our youngest transit fans!
Look kids!
Now up on the platform!
This little guy just wants to say “hello!”
Make sure you’re like this little fellow, and always stay behind the yellow line when you’re waiting for your train.
Otherwise this might happen to you.
You can call toll free 1-855-FOR-1993 from any Manhattan pay-phone to get historical info from the block from 20 years ago. It’s part of the New Museum’s new 1993 exhibit, which is awesomely named after a Sonic Youth record. I just called from my block. Pretty cool apart from the urine smells.
Other than dealing with the obvious health hazards that go with stepping into and then using a New York City payphone, this seems like a cool thing to do.
If the reality of the exhibit is thirty people dressed up in psychedelic horse costumes moving through Grand Central amongst the teeming masses, I will be very excited indeed.
If the horse-people are penned off I will be less so.
Found this gem in the Grossinger Archives, tucked into the back cover of our copy of Deadbase X.
I love that Schaefer sponsored the series. That’s super cool.
Of course, I can’t believe ticket prices. Or the lineup.
