The Local. Luke’s Lobster.

Everybody knows that Luke’s Lobster makes one of the best, if not THE best lobster roll in NYC, but last week they rolled out something a little different. The Lobster Grilled Cheese. I was in there to grab one of those sweet and amazing rolls when I saw a fellow patron’s basket with something grilled and cheesy inside. I politely inquired what it was only to find out that they had just put this looks-like-mom-made-it creation on the winter menu earlier that day. I went for it.Jesse shafer, greg mchale, jesse and greg, on the real, nyc travel, nyc restaurants, new york city, manhattan, Brooklyn, tourism, nyc bars, nyc, luke's lobster, lobster roll, lobster grilled cheeseOh man, this sandwich was amazing! They take Luke’s succulent lobster meat and some Gruyère cheese then grill them up between two good old-fashioned buttery slices of white bread. This decidedly low/high brow combination makes for one hell of a party in your mouth. I had mine with a cup of their delicious seafood chowder and a Maine Sarsaparilla Soda and I’m seriously craving that combination again as I write these words. I’m not going to trade the Lobster Grilled Cheese every time for my cherished Lobster Roll at Luke’s, but I am certainly going to alternate while it’s on their winter menu. And if you haven’t tried Luke’s Lobster, you must. They keep it simple, fresh and so damn good in everything they do. And, goddamn! They are up to nine locations now! Seems like they just opened their first on East 7th Street yesterday.

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We earn our living selling New York City. The next day is never like the last. The last is never ordinary. We witness all sorts. We listen to the City’s noise. We devour its phenomenal food. On the Real is our documentary. It is your pack of unfiltered New York 100s.

Old School.

Except for the recycling part. On East 7th at First.

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We earn our living selling New York City. The next day is never like the last. The last is never ordinary. We witness all sorts. We listen to the City’s noise. We devour its phenomenal food. On the Real is our documentary. It is your pack of unfiltered New York 100s.

This Was Your Basement.

If you were on East 7th Street Monday as the East River flexed her biceps, you heard the water pouring into each basement. It sounded more like an afternoon hike along a Catskill brook than a natural disaster occurrence in the country’s most populous city.

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This is what it looked like this morning. Banks of garbage bags filled with waterlogged memories, drywall and a free door. Residents of this storied block will renovate and repair, but the contents of these bags will never be replaced.

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We earn our living selling New York City. The next day is never like the last. The last is never ordinary. We witness all sorts. We listen to the City’s noise. We devour its phenomenal food. On the Real is our documentary. It is your pack of unfiltered New York 100s.

The Local. Big Gay Ice Cream.

East 7th Street between First and A is the virtual United Nations of food. Japanese, Italian, French, Brazilian, Greek and good-old American. It’s all there and it’s all good. But when you’re done waving one flag or the other or are just out for an afternoon stroll, all you have to do is look for the line (or the magic unicorn) to figure out where you’re going to satisfy that sweet tooth. A few years ago, Doug Quint and Bryan Petroff got their hands on a food truck and introduced the world to their twist on old school soft serve ice cream. They called it The Big Gay Ice Cream Truck and it was a hit.Now they have a bricks and mortar shop simply called Big Gay Ice Cream. The Village Voice described it as  ”a cross between Mister Softee and Mario Batali.” These guys take traditional soft serve ice cream and inject it with delights such as dulce de leche or key lime curd and then dip it in chocolate and then roll it all around in nilla wafers or crushed pretzels or sea salt. The results are insane and often craveable. Must trys are the Salty Pimp, Bea Arthur and American Globs. Also try their Melt Bakery ice cream sandwiches. I had the Rue McClanahan…bourbon ice cream inside with pralined walnut cookies on the out. Sick! If there is a line (which there usually is), it’ll be worth the wait. Enjoy!

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We earn our living selling New York City. The next day is never like the last. The last is never ordinary. We witness all sorts. We listen to the City’s noise. We devour its phenomenal food. On the Real is our documentary. It is your pack of unfiltered New York 100s.