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Wednesday
Jul212010

The Day That GoGo Gowanus Beat Us at Our Own Game

In response to our "Fuck You York" post, we got this hilarious photo from one of our favorite commenters, GoGo Gowanus. 

Yeah!  Fuck you, FIPS!  Right in your fucking face!

Wednesday
Jul212010

Bedbugs at the Pavilion. Again. And Again.

 We don't talk about bedbugs here for our health, people.  Despite our constant chatter about these adorable, cuddly houseguests, we actually have things we'd rather be writing about.  But guess what?  The fucking Pavilion apparently has them, so we're being forced to ruin your morning coffee yet again.  We're good at that.

The sort-of facts: There's rumor of another bedbug infestation at the Pavilion, as we suspected a while ago (they heartily denied it).  This time, both Brownstoner and Gothamist are reporting about this post from The Bedbug Registry:
A few days ago I was leaving the Theatre with my girlfriend at around 11:55 pm when I saw a bunch of men with large crates and hoses in the lobby, I asked what was going on and he said that Bed Bugs had been found in all of the older theatres with the Purple seats. Then I was at the Windsor Cafe Yesterday when I overheard some people saying that even more Bed Begs were found on the first floor of the building.

 

What the motherfuck, guys?  Can the Pavilion actually get any worse?  Can we learn enough of a lesson to stop having faith that the Pavilion is not actually the seventh layer of hell?  Is the Pavilion going to sue us for defamation?  Should I have put this shit into a pen name?  What the hell did this guy Zufishan mean when he said, "You can not hide from the loud in a plastic bag" in his Yelp review of this god forsaken place? THE QUESTIONS, WILL THEY EVER STOP?

 

But seriously.  Unless you're some sort of masochist, just stop going to this place until we get some sort of clear-cut answer about this sitch (not that we understand why you go there in the first place; you'd be better off throwing yourself in front of the F [but please don't do it during rush hour...again]).

Wednesday
Jul212010

Hanco's v. Henry's On This American Life

I'm seriously boycotting Henry's y'all.

I knew there was some controversh based on everything that went down last year when the two shops opened around the same time, but those bitches STOLE Hanco's entire motherfucking menu! Like word for word! Including using the same goddamned font!

Ira Glass has the whole sordid scoop on last week's This American Life.

(via The Village Voice)

Wednesday
Jul212010

Wickedspoon: New Fro Yo Joint To Open

Ok, so my love for Forty Carrots runs verrrry verrrry deep. I slum it at Yogo Monster every once in awhile because, hello...I have needs. But I'm srsly intrigued by this new fro yo place that's opening up this weekend, Wickedspoon.

Scheduled to open this Saturday, they're giving out free fro yo samples from noon to 3pm. Apparently this is going to be another Pinkberry-ish type place as their flavors are Original Tart, Pomegranate, Chocolate as well as a flavor-of-the-month. But more importantly they go beyond the basic flavors to offer shit like fro-yo-stuffed whoopie pies from WannaHavaCookie and fro-yo-topped Belgian waffles.

Needless to say, my fat ass will be stopping by.

Wickedspoon, 321 9th St., nr. Fifth Ave., Park Slope; 347-987-4810

(via Grub Street)

Tuesday
Jul202010

Fuck You York

Out of the parade of shitty Tumblrs that are clogging the interweb, this one stands out to me, mainly because it's a.) New York-specific and b.) uses anger and profanity for laughs! 

Fuck You York is a photo blog of people flipping off shit in New York City that makes them angry.  It's like a profane urban diary of all of the crap that we have to put up with just so hicks from the one-stoplight towns we grew up in can all get glassy-eyed when you tell them that yes, indeed, you DO live in the City That Never Sleeps. 

It ain't all sunshine and rainbows, folks.  It's taxi TVs and subway platforms, too.