All's Well That Ends Well

I've been partnering with a friend in tearing down the West Village's Sushi Mambo (seen in the last season of Curb Your Enthusiasm) to build an upcoming Mexican restaurant. On Friday, I grabbed a sledgehammer, and went to town. While wrecking the joint, a sealed bag falls from the ceiling, to help end this project with a photo to rival the first entry: someone's hidden porn stash (mainly foot fetish stuff) literally bonked me on the head.

Oh, and my orchid bloomed again!

Rained Down Quite A Surprise

Went to breakfast with a friend, and I was the first there for this sight.

It Shocked Me

On my This Hidden City blog, I posted about Nikola Tesla's stay at the New Yorker Hotel for the last 10 years of his life, mentioning how you could only see the plaques on the rooms he occupied if you were a guest at the hotel.

About an hour after I posted the story, I received a call from the hotel's historian and archivist, Mr. Kinney, who asked if I wanted to personally see the plaques.

I was there within the hour; camera ready.

You can view the whole post here, and when this blog project is finished, feel free to drop by the This Hidden City blog often to keep up with what I find around town.

Spring Has Sprung

While this post is still something unexpected, it's not actually something I found.
I've been working in SoHo for the past few weeks, and have lunch sitting outdoors, basking in the sun. After about 10 minutes, I'm done with eating, and get a little bored sitting around for another 20 before going back to work. As I stared at the cobblestone street, an idea popped into my head, and I walked to Canal Street to find a store selling school supplies. I returned with a box of colored chalk, and made a lot of the locals smile.

I think I may do this more often, whenever (and wherever) I can.

Poor Marilyn