Fried chicken. Biscuits. Sausage gravy. Artisanal root beer. House-made pickles.

This burlesque club contains a stripper pole, but is hardly worth it unless you know someone who will hook up drinks.

Prints, artist editions and various printed ephemera to buy and to look at. A wonderful place.

I had been living in Brooklyn Heights for some time and Long Island Restaurant has been closed for as long as I could remember. Then one day, the sign was lit up and not long after the new owners had resurrected the spot with the promise to the previous owners the name and sign never changes. Order "A Martini" from the menu. It's divine. As are the french fries. They're double fried.

A New York garbage depot holds a secret collection of weird and wonderful refuse.