Chromeo, the eclectic Brooklyn-by-way-of-Montreal duo of childhood friends Dave 1 and P-Thugg, prove that not only can Jews and Arabs co-exist together, but they can also throw a hell of a party. These guys are down with everyone who's anyone in Manhattan's downtown music, fashion, and nightlife scene. They have also been making music for the good part of the last decade and are finally gaining some mainstream traction.
Dave 1 gave us a perfect Infatuation write up on his favorite spots, and we're now officially offering him a high level position at the company. You'll soon see why.
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"There's really only one respectable brunch option in New York and it's Prune. I could go on about the fried oyster omelet (seasonal, I believe) or other impeccable options on the menu, but it's pointless because you won't be able to get in. You have to camp outside the night before. So you tell yourself that one hour isn't that long of a wait, you get a fresh juice on the corner of 1st, then your stomach starts grumbling, everybody gets on your nerves and you decide to go to this "pretty good brunch spot" somewhere else. Your Sunday is ruined. You didn't have brunch. That's because there's only one respectable brunch option in New York and it's Prune. "
"People who trash talk Williamsburg are sour because the restaurants in their neighborhood suck. "Gentrified scum" is just hater for "fine gourmet" thank you very much, and when my brother's in town, we might hit up Diner many times in a week. Here's a secret: it's one of the best restaurants in all of New York. Top 5. Here's a tip: never order what's on the menu. See that guy next to you with the burger? He's a sucker. He's from Long Island. Wait until the waiter writes the oceanic list of daily specials on your table cloth and have one of those. "
"Wait too long at Diner? No problem, try next door. Whoa, your waitress is the same chick who took down your name at Diner? No problem, same owners. So you won't have gastronomical options jotted down on your tablecloth, but the comfort food here is just as delish. I hate it when people complain about the hipsters in Williamsburg (flocks of whom gather at Marlow incidentally, often accompanied by their trust-funding, out of place Republican parents from Oklahoma). They're the lesser of so many evils. What would you prefer? Manhattan's Jersey Shore aka the Meatpacking District? "
"I haven't been there in years, but back when I tired it, it was the best sushi I'd had in New York. "How does your fish taste so fresh?" I pondered. "We just got it FedExed from Japan this morning," answered the waiter. Following my incredulous look, he proceeded to bring me the FedEx box."
"It's not about impressing out of towners in New York. It's about making them feel like peasants. "What do you mean they don't sell quail-egg shooters in (insert peasant village (Philadelphia, for instance) here)?!" Continue: "you mean you don't have Malaysian street food on a bi-weekly basis up there? Damn." As you eat from the array of gastronomical tour-de-forces on the menu, keep a poker face. (Newsflash: Fatty Crab opened a Williamsburg cousin, Fatty Cue. One block away from Diner.)"
"Everybody's been, but it's still Brooklyn's best kept secret. Located on a surreally serene cobble street, this oasis of rusticity looks like a firecracker shop in a peasant village where they don't serve Malaysian street food. But you want the most slow cooked and savory dead animals this side of the Mississippi? Look no further. I've been vegetarian since May and not being able to indulge in this place's menu is my only regret."