Run-DMC’s School of Thought

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Darryl (DMC) McDaniels dropped in on his old Queens elementary school to talk music with second graders, who weren’t too sure who he was.

Troubled Water

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Diving into the myths of the Gowanus Canal

I Found It and I Ate It—NYC’s Worst Bagel!

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Plus! CAFÉ ANNE holiday swag!! Bagel stats!!!

The Allure—and the Policing—of Subway Surfing

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You’re reading Critic’s Notebook, our weekend column looking at the most interesting moments in the cultural Zeitgeist.More pedestrians than not pause at a street memorial under an elevated section of the J and Z lines in North Brooklyn. This behavior…

Up And Then Down

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The longest smoke break of Nicholas White’s life began at around eleven o’clock on a Friday night in October, 1999. White, a thirty-four-year-old production manager at Business Week, working late on a special supplement, had just watched the Braves beat…

The Engines and Empires of New York City Gambling

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As plans are laid for a new casino, one can trace, through four figures, a history of rivalry and excess, rife with collisions of character and crime.A dream book is an anatomy of dreams, with numbers trailing after. For more…

How a 32-Mile Walk Around Manhattan Made Me a Better Runner

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New perk: Easily find new routes and hidden gems, upcoming running events, and more near you. Your weekly Local Running Newsletter has everything you need to lace up! Subscribe today. The clock had not yet struck 2 p.m. in Harlem, and my daily step count was higher than it’d been in months.

Doing the Robot, for Your School

The New Yorker

A huge event, with hundreds of participants, takeout pizza boxes stacked shoulder-high on carts, a jazz-rock band, a d.j.

My All-Nighter in a Vanishing World: The 24-Hour Diner

New York may be losing its identity as the city that doesn’t sleep, but the motley guests at Kellogg’s Diner show the spirit is still wide awake.

The Hustlers Who Make $6,000 a Month by Gaming Citi Bikes to

It was the perfect New York hustle, a scam of subtle perfection. And for three years, it helped Mark Epperson pay his rent. The hustle, in its simplest form: Borrow a Citi Bike. Ride it one block. Wait 15 minutes, then ride it back.

The Hustlers Who Make $6,000 a Month by Gaming Citi Bikes

It was the perfect New York hustle, a scam of subtle perfection. And for three years, it helped Mark Epperson pay his rent. The hustle, in its simplest form: Borrow a Citi Bike. Ride it one block. Wait 15 minutes, then ride it back.

50 Years Ago, the World Trade Center Was Home to the Art Crime of the Century

Fifty years ago on Wednesday, the French high-wire artist Philippe Petit carried his life a quarter of a mile through the New York City sky on a tightrope. When asked why, he said it was simply because the World Trade Center towers were there. The human need that Mr.

‘She Is Such an Athlete’: Astoria the Wild Turkey Is a Manhattan Celebrity

Manhattan has a new unlikely feathered friend, and she’s visiting luxury retailers, dining at high-end restaurants and roosting in Park Avenue’s densest, greenest trees.

Captain Bayonne: The Masked Superhero Flippin’ Out for Good Deeds

Welcome to Issue #107 of CAFÉ ANNE! Last week’s look at one of the city’s few remaining $1 slice pizza shops spurred some great ideas from readers for future CAFÉ ANNE escapades. Marina H.

Bronx Sidewalk Clam Heaven

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A particular restaurant, a specific market, an exquisite sandwich—whatever it is that brings you to Arthur Avenue, a two-block stretch at East 187th Street, in the center of the Bronx that’s famous for being the borough’s Little Italy, the real draw is the entire area.

1978

Insurance. Kansas City. 1978. In the photo, my father and I sit at the dining room table—a repurposed card table that belonged to crazy Aunt Pearl in her apartment on the Country Club Plaza.

The Naked Cowboy’s Morning Routine

Welcome to Issue #82 of CAFÉ ANNE! Rah! It felt like everyone just loved Serhiy Mshanetskiy, the Ukrainian doctor turned Brooklyn gardener I profiled in last week’s issue. I’ve seldom gotten so many warm comments on a story. But my favorite response was from Mr.

A Pizza Shop in the Middle of New York’s Migrant Crisis

The New Yorker

This week, outside the Roosevelt Hotel in midtown Manhattan, hundreds of asylum seekers from all over the world languished in a slow-moving line, forced to stand in the sun and sleep on the sidewalk.

The Lure of Urban Fishing

The New Yorker

Last year, when the journalist Esther Wang was approached by some friends who were starting a local news organization, she agreed to join them, on two conditions. First, she didn’t want to do any podcasting.

What Does a Black Vulture Over Manhattan Mean for Climate Change?

If you need proof that climate change has altered the wildlife of the city, look no further than the black vultures soaring above Midtown Manhattan.