Went down to Hoboken to see Mr. Nieratko’s shop.




His main page was designed by a toddler, so you’ll have to scope it out here.

Here’s his shop if you’re ever in the hood. We really need more shops like this in Toronto.



I could literally smell Sinatra. Maybe it was just the Jersey air.





Edgewater really lives up to its name.











Get out of jail cards are the most insane things I’ve ever seen.





Famous 53rd and 6th Chicken and Rice.

I heard about it all freaking week.

“There’s this magical white sauce they put on... NOBODY knows what it is!!!”

“This guy makes so much of it on this crazy grill...”




Finally got it at 3:00AM in the blistering cold wasted....



It’s.... fucking SHWARMA!!!

We have this shit everywhere in Toronto. It’s called Ali Baba’s aka McHalal’s.


Whatever. Yankees will glorify anything so long as they don’t have to credit the originator.


In three years I’ll have a caesar, but they’ll call it “THE FLAMING BROOKLYN”, and order a plate of poutine called “THE MANHATTEN BOWL”, and everyone will rave about how they don’t know what’s in it.



Still love you NY,

Chris