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The Girls Of Rick's Rick's Cabaret New York Girls wore skimpy bikini bottoms, cut-off baby tee-shirts, and high heels as "Round Card Girls" at the "Broadway Boxing" show held at BB King's in Times Square in front of a packed house of celebrities, VIPs and fans of prizefighting. Rick's Cabaret Girl Brielle purred, " '50 Cent' was one of the stars in the audience--he loves boxing, and I know he was checking me out--that's cool cause I love his music!" The DiBella Entertainment "Broadway Boxing" event featured an exciting eight bout card. "The matches were great," gushed Rick's Cabaret Girl Kelsey. "Lou DiBella knows how to please boxing fans." The official After-Party was held at Rick's Cabaret NYC, where the boxing fans got to meet the Round Card Girls and over 100 other sexy Rick's Girls. "They whistled and cheered for us at the matches, explained Rick's Cabaret Girl Madison, "And at the club they got to see us do a few more of our moves up close, haha!" Rick's Cabaret New York is well known for its beautiful showgirls, luxurious setting, gourmet restaurant, and warm hospitality. It is a favorite with businessmen, celebrities, tourists, and pro athletes.

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Recently, a reader discovered a calendar of vintage East Village photos by local photographer Ann Sanfedele. Viewable on the photographer's website, the images are wonderful, everyday glimpses of the neighborhood when it was still quiet and Old World, punk rock and ragged. In a 1970s shot of 7th Street between 1st and 2nd, a Kosher poultry market and an egg store ("open Thursday only"!) stand where an artisanal coffee shop and clothing boutiques are today. At 8th and 1st, Jo & Ray Pizza soon became Stromboli, as it still is today, and C&F Fabrics (with its Viletones graffiti) is now a shoe store. Theatre 80 looks exactly the same.On East 14th, the Jefferson Theatre crumbles next to Smoke & More, where a roll-down gate bears the message, "You have messed up your life with crack. Why ours?"A cat looks out a window from behind leopard-print curtains above Manic Panic, Tish and Snooky's original shop on St. Mark's.And there's more--the St. Mark's cinema, the Grassroots Tavern, Astor Place before Starbucks, lost restaurants, vanished funeral parlors, people. I got in touch with Ann Sanfedele and asked her a few questions.Q: How long have you lived in the East Village?A: Steadily since 1963. Alphabet City back then, and 7th St since 1968. Earlier, I had lived for a few months on 6th St., off 2nd ave.Q: When did you start photographing the neighborhood?A: Since around 1966, which is about when I started doing photography. But I don't approach photography in a thematic way. I haven't been "photographing the neighborhood" so much as taking photos in the neighborhood, when something interesting has caught my eye. Living here for 50 years, and more often than not going about with a camera, it just happens that a lot of photos would be of things where I've spent the most time. Things get gathered into themes much later, sometimes by me, sometimes by others. The "Back in the Day" calendar was that sort of thing, a friend saying, "Why don't you do a calendar of...?" Much as my book "Sign Language" got put together, as well.Q: How do you think the neighborhood compares today to back then?A: It's radically different, across the board. Don't get me started.Q: Please, get started.A: One thing's for sure, NYU had not yet taken over the neighborhood, there were no Starbucks stores every five feet, there were no banks every two feet, and there were wonderful "mom and pop" meat and fish markets of several ethnicities. And the 60's were better than the 70's on the whole.Q: So, is it safe to say you're not inspired to photograph any Starbucks or banks?A: That would be correct. On the other hand, I have been photographing the demise--er, um--"changes" in the 'hood as they strike me. A few examples are in this gallery, which is a miscellany of stuff shot recently, some having to do with the progress of 51 Astor Place. Q: Visually, does the East Village still inspire your photography in the same way?A: No more or less than anywhere else I might be. The quality of light, the geometry of forms, capturing a decisive moment, ironic juxtaposition, sometimes just something that strikes my funny bone, are things that make me lift the camera to my eye.See Ann's full collection of 1970s and 1980s photos here.Buy her calendars, including "East Village Back in the Day," here.

The Quinnipiac poll, released Wednesday morning, found that the prospect of a mayoral candidacy by Anthony D. Weiner was given a thumbs-down by 49 percent of voters, while 38 percent approved.

This is a review of The Cannibal. But it’s also a love letter to the ladies of the world who eat meat. To our female vegetarian friends, we’ve got nothing but respect and admiration. Whether your motivation is health or humanity, we’re all about the animal-free lifestyle if that’s what suits you. But there’s just something magical about a girl who not only craves the occasional steak, but would consume a baby cow’s feelings if they had enough flavor. That’s the girl you’ll find hanging out at The Cannibal. And she’s not as rare as you might think. All you need is the name of this place to understand what kind of restaurant it is. No, The Cannibal doesn’t serve human, but they do serve all kinds of other delicious mammal parts, along with a mind boggling selection of beers. As a result, you’d probably expect to find a certain kind of clientele here: men who look like absolute sh*tbags. You know what I’m talking about. A restaurant like this tends to exclusively attract the oh-so-desirable demographic of dudes who shave every two weeks and sweat while they eat. But that’s not the crowd you’ll find in this place. Every time we’ve been to The Cannibal, we’ve observed plenty of classy looking women in the joint, enjoying a Belgian ale and a plate of something that has pig face meat in it. Those are the women we’re here to honor. We love you. So why the contingent of lady-regulars in a place that you’d otherwise expect to be filled with people who have no regard for their own personal health? The Cannibal attracts a diverse crowd because they do it right. Yes, the menu is full of heavy-duty carnivore feed, like liver mousse and terrines and blood sausage and lamb neck. As a matter of fact, half of the tiny space is occupied by a butcher counter. But everything we’ve eaten here has had a certain touch of refinement that makes it appealing to the causal meat eaters among us – regardless of gender. The pig’s head terrine is less gelatinous and more solid than we expected, and served with an amazing honey-chili paste to bring out the flavor. The beef heart tartare is prepared and spiced so that it tastes more like high-flavor, high-quality meat than squeaky weridness. Even the slow roasted half pig’s head comes with a bunch of pita and fixins so that you can eat it “gyro style” rather than from the end of a knife like some sort of heathen. Add in a freindly staff to walk you through the menu and endless wine and beer options, and you can see why this place is loved by all walks of life. Now if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be in the corner of the bar watching girls eat hot dogs. Respectfully. Food Rundown Pig’s Head TerrineThis is an absolutely fantastic terrine made up of the delicious parts from a pig’s face (all of it). This is almost always a dish we shy away from, just because when it’s bad – it’s bad. But here, the meat is packed in tight so that there’s very little jiggly gelatin holding things together. It’s nice and firm and full of flavor, especially when you spread whatever condiment they’re serving with it on top. On our visits it was a chili-honey paste that was crazy good. Beef Heart TartareEat it, even if you don’t want to. You’ll be very surprised at how tame this tartare is, even though it’s made up almost entirely of a f*cking cow’s heart. What you’ll find is a meaty flavor complimented by vinegary things like tobasco and crunchy things like fried shallots. There’s even some parmesan on there for good measure. Oh, and you’ll appreciate the relatively small portion size so that you don’t feel like a Komodo dragon after eating it. Cannibal Dogs, “Coney Style”Two delicious hot dogs, covered in a beef and beef heart ragu “chili,” and then topped with mustar

The Williamsburg Bridge Trolley terminal as seen in its younger and more vulnerable years. The Low Line — the ambitious and futuristic plan to send sunlight into an underground trolley terminal while turning the space into a park — is the project that just won’t die. For the better part of three years, we’ve heard about the efforts to convince the city to support this project at the expense of transit space. The Wall Street Journal in particular seems to be in the pocket of the Low Line’s opponents, and the paper has run yet another glowing article about the park plan with nary a nod to potential transit uses for the old Williamsburg Bridge Trolley Terminal. The latest piece of pro-park prose comes to us from Gabrielle Hamilton. She calls the Low Line plan a “startlingly vivid apparition of an evanescent and vanished city.” Even though it’s been six decades since the trolley terminal was still in use, turning it into a hyper-gentrified, hyper-yuppified park that is designed to be intentionally imitative of Chelsea’s High Line is somehow evocative of the grittier New York from the 1970s and 1980s. Along with this nostalgia for a much worse time in the city’s history, Hamilton writes of the Low Line as though it’s definitely happening and nothing can stop it. In her words, she writes of the impact the Low Line plans made upon a first viewing: It was living in a walk-up, with a decades-defunct buzzer. Friends hollering up from the street and you throwing the key down in a balled-up sock. In the sweltering summers you hung out on the fire escape, took cold showers in the tub in the kitchen and reached your wet hand through the curtain to turn off the burner under your hissing stove-top pot of Café Bustelo… It may not have been like 30 years ago, when the cool kids who would shape the future met each other Monday nights at the Pyramid Club on Avenue A or, later, sobering up with blintzes and coffee at the Kiev as dawn broke. But [Dan] Barasch, 36—the computer-game-playing ultra smartie, who’d worked at Google and also for New York City government and who can speak in easy, fluid paragraphs about “silos of knowledge” and “curating global intelligence”—had met [James] Ramsey, 35, here in New York, through a friend. Their work reflects the politics and aesthetics of their generation’s sensibility, which is all about being green, recycling, repurposing and community building through technology. But the connection to my generation—and to all New Yorkers, both permanent and transient—is that Ramsey and Barasch’s inclination toward technology, green space and community stands tall, but not so tall as to cast in shadow their dedication to art, the urban and the gritty… Ramsey and Barasch’s vision of the Lowline has become anything but fiction. There’s been a Kickstarter campaign backed by 3,000 supporters. The $150,000 they raised online financed a full-scale model, with working remote skylights and parabolic dishes, which the duo and their dedicated team exhibited for a month…There’s been legal vetting; a budget and a business plan; and endorsements from community board #3, the City Council, the State Assembly and the New York State Senate. What they most need now—apart from the $55 million it will take to build—is for the MTA to let them have the space. It may take another 5 years, or 10, but the Lowline, with its even spread of political, financial and community support, is poised to become the New Yorkiest thing to happen to New York City since the Double-Dutch tournament at the Apollo Theatre. This isn’t the first time we’ve heard such an over-the-top adulation of the Low Line from The Journal. Earlier this year, in the Real Estate, Journal writers spoke of enhanced property values the park could bring, again ignoring any potential transit uses. The Journal has decided the Low Lin

official-nhl: It seemed as though the game would remain tied after a lucky bounce off of Lundqvist’s head on the line but then Paille put the puck in off the inside post. On a crazy play the Bruins take a 3-0 Series lead!

I’m new to this hockey thing and even I know that was absolutely pathetic hockey. Here’s how I sum up the Rangers – when they’re on the power play it feels like they’re playing 5 on 5, and when they’re playing 5 on 5 it seems like they’re playing down a man. That is not a recipe for success. TWO for 38 on the power play this postseason. That is absolutely abominable. Almost seems impossible. PS – Rangers fans should be absolutely ashamed at how quiet the Garden was tonight. Pathetic showing by the team and an even more pathetic showing from the fans. Say what you want about the Islanders but I promise you the Coliseum would never be that quiet with the season on the line.