Has anyone ever actually eaten a fish caught in the waters of Sheepshead Bay and lived to tell about it? It’s probably not as bad as eating a fish from the Gowanus Canal (can anything even live in that water?), but I can’t imagine it would be much better either.
Photo by Dmitri Kalinin
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They are on the far side of Emmons Avenue, of course. Or at least that’s where this wild thing was hanging out last week.
Photo by Erica Sherman
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Source: Fridays
Thank the lord for America’s independent, free press, delving into the weightiest and most controversial of issues, serving as a public watchdog, the fourth estate, protecting our freedoms… and eating mozzarella sticks for 14 hours so we don’t have to.
In case you haven’t heard, T.G.I. Friday’s launched a new promotion at select locations, giving patrons the chance to eat an unlimited amount of appetizers for just $10. Creatively, it’s called “Endless Appetizers.”
I know what you’re thinking. “Psha. Endless? Yeah, right. They’ll crack down on you by hour three and start demanding you order something or get out.” Especially in the no-nonsense, rough-and-tumble Sheepshead Bay location, right?
That’s what Gawker’s Caity Weaver thought too. So she did her journalistic duty, trekked down to Harkness Avenue, ordered some endless mozzarella sticks (you only get to choose one of seven appetizers – madness!), and sat their for four… teen… freakin’… hours.
Forget Israel. Forget the Ukraine. Somebody get this lady a Pulitzer and tell all those other reporters to go home.
What resulted from the effort was a whopping 6,000-word opus to utter self-contempt in a nearly minute-by-minute breakdown of her stay. All-in-all, Weaver didn’t eat all that much; just 7 orders, or 32 mozzarella sticks in total. That’s an amount most of fat, big-mouthed jerks behind keyboards think is just pitiful, but Weaver attributes it to the fact that Friday’s mozzarella sticks, which have been gussied in up in vain with a Parmesan and Romano dusting, were just god awful. And I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt, because by the end of it she so clearly hated herself in a way that suggested she ate three times that amount.
The conclusion? Well, the Endless Appetizers deal is unlimited, although Weaver potentially sabotaged the report by disclosing to management before she began that she was there to test the policy. So further research must be done. (We’re on it.)
Other takeaways? Friday’s mozzarella sticks reportedly suck. Heinz makes you do too much to participate in their back-of-the-bottle promotions. The daytime service at Fridays is nice; in the evening, not so much. Weaver doesn’t care much for Plumb Beach channel, which she describes thusly, “as nice as any scenic bay or rainbow gasoline puddle.” There appear to be a few creeps who hang out there and say weird things to pretty girls covered in mozzarella-stick-grease.
Oh, and Caity Weaver is funny as hell. Read this thing. It was the best part of my day.
You know, like “Bird is the Word?” You people have no idea the far reaches of uncharted brain hemispheres I scour to come up with these headline gems.
Photo by Albert Dashevsky (a.k.a. Albert718)
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Remember parkour, the sport described by The Office‘s Jim Halpert as “the internet sensation of 2004 … and the goal is to get from point A to point B as creatively as possible”? Well, it just happened in Coney Island. And it’s much cooler than when Michael and Dwight did it.
Brooklyn-based parkour collaborative Bullettrun posted the above video over the weekend, showing their members jumping, flipping, rolling and generally being more awesome than the rest of us on the Coney Island boardwalk, Child’s Restaurant, on the beach and in front of housing developments.
The group has been around since 2007, performing their craft in streets, on the stage and on screen. Under the creative direction of Nadia Lesy, who shot the video above, Bulletrun describes itself as a “collaborative, performance, Multi-media Parkour group” that “produces live shows that are presented in theaters, galleries and in non traditional settings, such as a a high school gymnasium and city parks.”
Neat. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go parkour my way over to the deli for a bacon, egg and cheese. Strolling, slowly, while struggling to breathe under the weight of my own man-boobs counts as creative expression, doesn’t it?
Check out more awesome videos from Bullettrun.
OK, maybe it’s just my imagination running away with me again.
Photo by George Burshteyn
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I wanted to use this as a Morning Mug, but I suppose it works as a puzzle too, which is how the photographer actually intended the image to be used in the first place.
As Anne Frank aptly wrote, “Where there’s hope, there’s life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.”
And, less depressingly, from the photographer himself:
This is a tree, cut down to the stump, bursting back to life. As Jeff Goldblum put it, “Life will, uh, uh, find a way.”
Photo by Lenny Markh.
Those were the words of the photographer in an email to Sheepshead Bites, although it is difficult for me to think of anything that swims in its own poop as royalty. It is certainly the official bird of Sheepshead Bay. We love our swannies.
Photo by Dennis Beatley
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The Cyclone looks like a whole bunch of toothpicks here. My advancing years and weakening constitution tell me I am a little bit coocoo for having gone on this rickety beast as many times as I have (somewhere in the area of 30). I love the drops, but I cannot deal with those sharp turns anymore. Perhaps it’s time to give the Thunderbolt a try.
Photo by Mary Bakija
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Twitter user @RealTimeWWI alerted us to the photo above this morning, showing the “Start of women’s race” here in Sheepshead Bay exactly one hundred years ago today.
The photo itself comes from the Library of Congress Bain Collection, an enormous set of photographs from “one of America’s earliest news picture agencies.” Although it was a global agency, they emphasized capturing life in New York City from the 1860s to 1930s.
The collection has a number of other photos from the event, like this one, showing the crowd greeting the winner:
Unfortunately, we couldn’t dig up much about the Sheepshead Bay women’s race, so we can’t identify the winner or give much context. But this abstract from a New York Times report on it gives some detail:
Forty girl swimmers competed for aquatic honors yesterday afternon at Thall’s Pier, Sheepshead Bay, in a special carnival under the auspices of the Women’s National Life Saving Society. Close finishes featured a majority of the events, and unusually skilful work was shown in the fancy diving contest, the feature event of the programme.
We’ll have to do more digging into Thall’s in the future, but for now Brooklyn Eagle gives us this nugget:
Even Sheepshead Bay had a beach in the 19th century before it was dredged for yachts. Thall’s Bathing Pavilion on the west side of the bay provided a private pool and diving platform for swimmers. On the shore stood Dominick’s Hotel for longer staying guests.
That’s probably the structure in the background of the photo above.
The most information regarding the actual contestants comes from the data for the photo below, of Mrs. Lillian Howard, who appears to be one of the organizers of the event:
Here’s what the collection’s notes had to say about her: “Photograph shows Mrs. Lillian Howard, an officer in the Women’s National Life Saving Society/League from 1913-1914 at a women’s swimming contest at Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, New York City, July 16, 1914. “
She’s in this shot, too:
Anybody recognize the names? I’m sure there are some descendants of these folks living in Sheepshead Bay, and we’d love to know more.
Here are some more names for you:
Can we presume these three were the winners?
Action shot!
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