There are many reasons you may have paid attention to the Super Bowl. Most likely, you were interested in the game. (Hopefully, you're a Giants fan—hooray for Big Blue!) If not, you may have been into the spread of cheesy, caloric snacks. You may've had some money on the game, or some crazy aspect of it. You might be a Madonna/Kelly Clarkson/bird-flipping MIA fan. You may've gone to a party with a secret agenda to get people to flip to the Puppy Bowl during the slow bits.
Do you know that scene in Dr. Strangelove, when Slim Pickens straddles The Bomb as it screams to its target? Lately, trying to keep up with all the news in Westchester craft beer, I’ve been feeling like thatcharacter. The big beer news of this week is that Anthony’s Bar and Grill in Harrison has reintroduced itself as The Craftsman Ale House. Its slogan is “craft beer and burgers”; you gotta love the clarity of vision.
It's a good time to be a local filmmaker. Last week, three Westchester natives woke up to news about their Oscar nominations. Bedford resident Glenn Close received a nod for Best Actress in a Leading Role for her Albert Nobbs.
While writing this month’s Westchester Magazine cover story, "Pie-Eyed," found myself thinking about all of my childhood pies. There were a few, I’m afraid, as I was a strangely food-fixated child. Though skinny (and tragically be-braided), I lurked in scores of pizza parlors. The ones that stick most vividly in my memory were the slightly left-of-center joints, like the Pelham pizza place that was attached at its kitchen/bathroom hallway to next door’s gloomy bar. The pizza was cardboard-y (and the cook/owner was German), but if you were a kid dropping by for an after-school slice, you could peek around the corner to watch old men drink whiskey in the afternoon. I’m not sure anyone would have noticed if I’d sat down and joined them.