Top 10 NYC Bars That Are So Much More Than Beer

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After a few years in the city, when you’ve graduated from the 13th Steps and Bowery Electrics of the world, packed up your Murray Hill apartment and moved down 20 blocks to the East Village, it becomes time to re-evaluate things a bit.  But even if dancing on the side-booths of 200 Orchard may have lost it’s appeal, innumerable treasures remain in some establishments that were once overlooked.  Here are 10 of the best.


Ace Bar (East Village; 5th St. between Avenue A and B)

Why it’s more than a bar: Games galore

Pick your poison – with Skee-Ball, darts, two pool tables, Buck Hunter, pinball, a jukebox, and a perpetual balance between inhabited and packed, Ace Bar is an entertainment palace. It’s an unpretentious East Village bar with moderate prices and a wide range of clientele. Sure, I’m partial to the place because it’s where our 2013 NYC Skee-Ball Championship team was born, but it can hold its own with anyone.

The Gutter (Williamsburg; 14th St. between Berry and Wythe)

Why it’s more than a bar: Reasonably-priced bowling, full bar, and a concert venue all-in-one

Yes, this is the place that infamously led to social media’s coining of the term ‘Ebowla’, but after an Gutterextremely brief hiatus, they’re back up and thriving. Primary a bowling alley, this Williamsburg establishment also features a full bar with billiards, booths (you can bring/order outside food), pinball, and bubble hockey. They’re so hip the wood for the lanes was shipped in from an Ohio alley (and still features the original ads from the ‘70s), and they play host to local music for <$10 on the weekends in the Spare Room. After discovering this place, I’m done going to Lucky Strike to pay $50 to squint through strobe lights and stare at pins signed by Kid Rock.

Red Lion (Greenwich Village; 151 at the corner of Bleecker and Thompson)

Why it’s more than a bar: Live music every night, friendly staff, cheap

Now that we’ve graduated from Canal Room/Le Poisson Rouge, Red Lion is the go-to live music spot. Although Jersey Shore bands still play cover songs, the setting is at least more intimate and the average age is over 18. Basic beers are cheap and there’s even a drink kiosk set up off stage left. Plus, Le Poisson Rouge is only one street over if you still feel the need to wail out Jesse’s Girl and see the “special guest” of a disturbing modern-day Mr. Belding.

ComedyCellarComedy Cellar (West Village; 117 MacDougal between W. 3rd St. and Minetta Lane)

Why it’s more than a bar: Gut laughs and celebrity hangout for the price of a movie

They put on five shows a night (from 7:00 to after midnight), and every show features at least six sets in less than two hours. In the past three years I have seen countless A and B-list folks (Louie CK, Amy Schumer, John Mulaney, Jeff Ross, and Dave Attell come to mind), and walk-in guests are frequent (Aziz Ansari showed up to my show three times in a row). Plus, you get to hang out with the comedians upstairs at the Olive Tree Cafe afterwards, and most of them put on a smile like you aren’t even bothering them.

Foley’s (Midtown; 33rd St. between 5th and 6th Avenue)

Why it’s more than a bar: Spacious sports bar with friendly staff, celebrity sightings, and rare Midtown charm

It’s part baseball bar and part museum, and after doing it once, you’ll realize there’s no reason to do a fantasy draft anywhere else in NYC. The baseball memorabilia hung up in the place easily tops the seven-figure mark*, and the owner is often hanging around to throw some trivia at you and show you the gear and signatures of all your favorite players.

We like to rent out the basement (chock full of 1990s regalia – think life-size Shaq posters), even if sometimes there’s standing water on the floor.

It’s a popular hangout when professional teams are in town, and last time I was there John Fox sat at the bar nearby while Skip Bayless filmed a commercial.


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 (Multiple Locations; Williamsburg, Chelsea, East Village)

Why it’s more than a bar: Food – drink – arcade

You get to play NBA Jam, Turtles in Time, and Mortal Kombat while drinking craft beer. Oh, and IMG_2802every game is a quarter. Truly a step up from sneaking into Chuck E Cheese as an adult.

I haven’t been to the Williamsburg one yet, but I can say the Chelsea location has the upper hand over the new one on St. Mark’s, with a wider selection of games, full food and liquor menus, and the fact it simply feels more like a real locale. East Village is good for old-school gaming, but it’s dark, crowded (I think the building’s a former karaoke joint), and is packed with NYU students and other youngsters lurking on St. Mark’s. Having said that, they are all great whether you go solo, with a friend, or in a group, be it for for 20 minutes or a few hours.

Royale (East Village; 10th St. and Avenue C)

Why it’s more than a bar: Great burgers, outdoor patio, neighborhood feel

This is a perfect spot when there is disagreement amongst the group on what type of day you’re wanting to have; it’s a full bar on the inside, an outdoor space with patio/garden/TV setup, and there’s an open kitchen grilling up NYC burgers (and not much else) that fall into at least the 90th percentile. It’s a solid option whether your’e wanting to watch sports, drink, dine, or any combination of the three. A bit of a trek down on Avenue C, but very worthy of being in the rotation.

Fat Cat (West Village; Christopher St. between Bleecker and 7th Avenue)

Why it’s more than a bar: Games, jazz, loungeFatCat

Yes, beverages are limited to just beer and wine, but they make up for it with a live jazz band and 10,000 sq. feet filled with ping pong, pool, and foosball. There’s also something about commingling with friends in rustic armchairs in a West Village basement that brings one back to how the neighborhood must’ve felt when beatniks roamed free. It feels like a venue where every 10-year-old would want their birthday party to be if they were old enough to drink. Which makes sense since it’s filled with of-age “adults” behaving like 10-year-olds.

Flight 151 (Chelsea; 8th Avenue between 17th and 18th)

Why it’s more than a bar: It’s not

In truth, Flight 151 probably doesn’t belong here. But as my favorite bar on the West side of NYC, it had to make the list. You can color on the tables like it’s Macaroni Grill, and the bartender Steve is a local legend. It’s cheap ($3 Rolling Rocks), still has non-flat screen TVs, and there’s trivia on Thursdays (no teams – yell out the answer and get a free drink).  At one point I started going here so much that my friend threatened an intervention if my obsession didn’t subside. Once I started going for brunch, I knew it was too much.

RuysRudy’s (Hell’s Kitchen; 9th Avenue between 44th and 45th St.)

Why it’s more than a bar: Come on – it’s Rudy’s…defining Dive Bar one hot dog at a time

This legendary Hell’s Kitchen’s dive is also (appropriately) one of Anthony Bourdain’s favorite day-drinking spots. Pitchers of beer (Rudy’s has their own blonde and red ales) go for the price of a normal pint and come with free hot dogs. Park yourself in a duct-taped booth or venture outside during the summer to the courtyard. If you have time and aren’t an idiot, spend a few minutes talking to the Hagrid-type character hanging by the door – Tracy Westmoreland is a fascinating NYC figure and the only man who ever operated an underground bar in a subway station.

BONUS: The Rooftop of 62 Bloom (Apartment complex on Avenue B between 4th and 5th St.)

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Why it’s more than a bar: It’s not even a bar, but it deserves to be on this list for many reasons…

There lives a place in the once-forgotten bowels of Alphabet City, where half-hipster 20-somethings converge on an expansive rooftop equipped with Adirondack chairs, gas grills, and friend-of-a-friend DJs. It’s an unsupervised palace, where the joys of a poolside Las Vegas club can be had at the expense of someone’s tenancy. Sometimes the DJs get arrested, and no one really knows who actually lives here, but this neighborhood nuisance is truly marvelous. The rooftop of Bloom 62, a two-year old contemporary apartment complex yuppie haven on 4th and Avenue B is as enjoyable as a night out at a club (and even more-so when you factor in the cost of drinking and free views of the Midtown skyline). Just hang outside the gate until you meet someone who lives there.

Honorable mentions: Croxley’s Ale House, Cienfuegos, Kettle of Fish, Rough Trade, Sing Sing Ave A, John Brown Smokehouse, Mr. Biggs

*Editor’s Note: The original version of this post estimated the value of memorabilia at greater than $500,000, but after hearing from the bar, it’s clear this this figure was vastly underestimated.  Go to Foley’s and see this ridiculous collection for yourself.

Back on the Throne

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It can’t be captured on paper. It probably can’t be captured in words. The Royals – baseball – Kansas City – it’s all part of me. It’s part of who I am, who I was, what I’ve become, and something I think about every day. Each of these things has aided in my passion for life, and the payoff of the playoff has finally happened. And trust me, I know we’re not done.

The Royals are the base of the glue that holds me to my childhood friends. It’s the way us rare Midwest folks in NYC communicate with one another. And it’s traditionally come with a lot of venting, what-ifs, and genuine frustration.

I don’t really have KC bars in NYC. I never had fellow fans in college. Hell, I spent last night at Foley’s screaming, dancing, and poppin’ bottles with an ad man from Olathe, a teacher from Garden City, and Rex Hudler a kid from Dodge City, and I couldn’t have cared less that I had never met them before. The unabashed thrill we shared reverberated throughout the bar and was met with such raucous applause and an understanding of what had happened that it proved what we felt was real.

I don’t want to write about what was going on in 1985 or what this means for Kansas City. Journalists everywhere (thankfully, I might add) will be doing this for days. I want to keep this short and simple and put a few things on paper so I can savor this day. So this is what flew through my mind last night while I witnessed history and thought about what it meant to me:

      • I have gone through three years of pre-school, six years of elementary school, three years of middle school, four years of high school, four years of college, and four years of “adult” life, and every year prior, September meant only getting ready for the Chiefs to thrill and to disappoint. But at least we sometimes got a winning season and a playoff game to come with the pain.
      • This is about my dad writing a letter to Royals management and canceling his season tickets after the 1994 strike, when the Royals had won 14 straight and were closing in on Chicago for first place. Here’s hoping another letter is written after the post-season this year.
      • It’s about every trip to the the practice field or the batting cage and angling myself at the plate like Dean Palmer and Jeff King when the rest of the world stood like Griffey and Sosa.
      • It’s about Willie Wilson living down the block from me serving as a constant reminder of the Royal days that had preceded my generation. So much, in fact, that I couldn’t even brag about it because my classmates didn’t know who Willie was.
      • It’s about seeing George Brett at the old 7-11 next to Dairy Queen down on 103rd and Roe and getting his autograph on a used Keno card.
      • It’s about watching at least 1,500 Royals games, for 4,500 hours, or half a year, or almost 2% of my entire life. I’m scared to calculate in the time spent reading, researching, talking, or writing about them.
      • It’s about screaming and jumping on the living room sofa after a Johnny Damon home run in the first inning of a meaningless 1998 game, and every other celebration that “didn’t matter”. But that emotion was real – and every time they let me down – each bit of that negative energy built up, if only to make last night’s victory that much more powerful.
      • It’s about making my screen name as a kid Brn4bsbl32 and wanting every other middle school student to know I was born for this. I guess it just took a while to grow up.
      • And yeah, it’s about every trip to Kauffman, every drive down Sni-A-Bar Road past Feed My Lambs International and the nitrogen tanks, and every pre-game rib while I watched LC doze off to the soaps on his 1992 Mitsubishi big screen.
      • And it’s about always being a baseball card junkie. And not like Guy Fieri being a kimchi junkie – I think I have problems worse than him. Hoarder is more than an appropriate word. I own between 30,000 – 50,000 cards. My parents have a storage facility in Kansas City 50% dedicated to my boxes of cards. My entire closet in my bedroom in KC is filled with marked, numbered boxes from over the years. In high school I would stop by Target to check for new packs in the trading card section, which I would run my thumb through to “feel” for the jersey cards. I once went to eight Rite-Aid stores in one day because trading cards were 75% off. I cleared every shelf. I started buying and selling cards on eBay in 5th grade under my mom’s name. I had Beckett’s all around the house, gnarled and faded from months of wear and memorization. In first grade my dad took me to a flea market in downtown KC where we bought unmarked boxes of 5,000 baseball cards for me to dive in and sift through. Yikes, I digress – what matters is that every single pack I ever opened, and every card I every bought – all I wanted were for them to be Royals.
      • But really, it’s about the unbridled optimism and enthusiasm that (Stupidly? Shamelessly?) never left me – when all the jaded fans out there who saw it all in the 70s and 80s kept grunting and looking away, my generation looked on, waiting and wondering, if and when it would ever happen.

I know they’re not done. Not this season, this year, or this decade. But finally, finally, it’s really happening, and I’m proud that I’ve always been proud to be a fan.

Seinfeld: A Love Letter – The Golden Age, Part I

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I want to preface this by saying that to cram the best three seasons of the greatest TV show of all time into one digestible post would be a true disservice to the show.  So much could be written about these seasons (and even each episode) that I really don’t know where to truly begin or end. So, I’ve decided to break this second era (“The Golden Age”) into two segments. We’ll do a little background, reminiscing, and one full episode breakdown below, followed by a separate post in the coming days specifically focused on what is possibly one of the finest episodes in TV history.

Regarding the Seinfeld series overall, I was originally going to write three separate Seinfeld posts (one on each three-season era).  However, since we’re now on pace to have a total of at least four, I have a feeling that posts about the show will continue to surface indefinitely on NMNY. And while I know that even two posts on these middle three seasons doesn’t provide the era the justice it deserves, we must push forward and honor Jerry the Great, lest we succumb to the fate of the Today Sponge.


I have to believe that few would argue Seasons 4 through 6 of Seinfeld (airing from 1992-1995, which feels surprisingly early) weren’t the show’s Golden Age.  And yes, even a show as fantastic as Seinfeld, where every season and every episode has its highlights, has its relative downfall, where they too, jump the shark.  Now, whether that occurred with Susan’s death, when Larry left the show, or during the finale itself is a whole separate conversation for The Cartoon Years.  But we can go back to that later on.

So what makes Seasons 4-6 the Golden Age?  First off, during the first three seasons of the show, Seinfeld never once cracked the Top 30 in the Nielsen ratings.  Then, in 1992 they slipped in at 25 for Season 4, and then climbed to 3 and 1 respectively the following years. In fact, Season 4 ended up being rated the number one television season of all time by TV Guide.*

At this point, Seinfeld had started to become the talk at the water-cooler (a concept on its own which would be completely foreign to Jerry), and the show took on that “Breaking Thrones” effect, where the question changed from “Do you watch?” to utter disbelief if someone didn’t. The show was presenting absurd premises (The Bubble Boy, Junior Mint, Puffy Shirt, and Marine Biologist come to mind)  in a realistic way, with characters who had now matured – not as people, of course – but into their solidified on-screen personas. They had hit the peak; it was real, and it was spectacular.


Season 4’s specific success parallels the 7th season of Curb Your Enthusiasm, with the show-within-a-show story arc guiding many of the episodes (“Jerry” in Season 4, and “The Seinfeld Reunion” in Curb). I’m thankful my Seinfeld obsession was shared by many others by the time the Feld reunion aired, as many of us crowded around within The Nursery to watch the projector for the semi-nostalgic bliss that was that season’s finale.

*As apt as I am at creeping around Google, I really can’t seem to verify this outside of a Seinfeld-specific wiki site, but it’s all someone’s opinion anyway, so I’m OK with it.

 

"The Nursery" (61 West Kendrick), where the Seinfeld Reunion viewing party was held.

“The Nursery” (61 West Kendrick), home to the Seinfeld Reunion viewing party.

Season 4 alone brought us Kramer in LA (“The Trip”, parts one and two), “The Bubble Boy”, “The Virgin”, “The Pick”, “The Outing”, “The Implant”, “The Junior Mint”, everything centering around the “Jerry” pilot, and yes, “The Contest”.

Getting to rewatch Jeremy Piven play “George” after enjoying years of Entourage, and to enter college armed and ready with trivia that Bob Balaban (a.k.a. Russell Dalrymple) was in fact a Phi Tau (the original) at Colgate allowed the show to transcend time, seamlessly blending my youth with the years ahead.

And if I may, here’s one more fun fact about the “Jerry” pilot:

Larry Hankin, who plays Tom Pepper, who steals the raisins and plays Kramer in the fake pilot – can be seen in both Billy Madison (as Eric Gordon’s sidekick), as well as Home Alone (as Officer Balzak, dunking that donut – “Has the child been involved in violence with a drunk family member?”).

And yes, Hankin was also one of the many Seinfeld-Breaking Bad connections as well.

Now, before progressing into what I feel is the obvious (and deserving) choice for the best episode of the era, I’d like to discuss the finale of the 5th season. I can’t honestly say if I think this is one of my top five episodes of all time; but, I really can’t rank 90% of the episodes anyway, so I’m going to discuss it here.


Season 5, Episode 22 (Finale): The Opposite

What begins as the ever-familiar uneven conversation of George examining his failed adulthood, quickly morphs into an all-out reversal of actions. Knowing that “every decision [he’s] ever made…has been wrong” leads George to alter every bit of his daily routine and instinct, beginning with swapping out tuna salad for chicken. Soon after, he notices an attractive woman staring towards their table (Dedee Pfeiffer, sister of Michelle), and with only a hint of hesitation, George approaches and declares, “My name is George. I’m unemployed and I live with my parents.”

The rest of the episode follows George as he continues to find success with a newfound Peter Gibbons looseness and confidence (first the beautiful woman, followed by a job with the Yankees [albeit as the assistant to the traveling secretary]), while Elaine gets dumped, kicked out of her apartment building, and single-handedly brings Pendant Publishing (those bastards) to the ground.  As she states it, “[She’s] become George.”


I can’t help but keep thinking about Season 8’s “The Abstinence” when analyzing “The Opposite”, as we deal with a similar situation (George’s improved intellect, with Elaine’s own abstinence draining her of all intellectual capabilities).  The fact that Seinfeld is able to successfully create these alternate versions of the characters speaks to the ability of the writers and actors to create such strong, unwavering characters in the first place.  They’d gotten to a point where the characters were so well defined that they could manipulate and bend them in way to propel things to another level (and at this point, not in a cartoony, caricature of a way).  We’re four seasons in and we know enough about George’s life and mannerisms that it’s utterly absurd to see him behave this way.

It seems as if the show picked up on this too, as even beyond “The Abstinence” we get another role reversal later on in “The Bizarro Jerry”, and then a literal reversal of time in “The Betrayal”.  George’s ability to succeed with women returns during “The Little Kicks”, when he’s portrayed as the “bad seed” in Elaine’s office as a scapegoat for her dancing.  With “The Opposite” and “The Little Kicks”, it’s as if George has unknowingly discovered Neil Strauss’ world a decade early.

Of course, throughout all of this in “The Opposite”, Jerry’s life remains exactly the same – he’s Even Steven – and today, this coincides with his easy-going self. He spends his time buying cars, living in Billy Joel’s old Hamptons home during the summer, and doing charity work and stand-up (often simultaneously).  My favorite line in the first season of Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee is when Ricky Gervais says to Seinfeld, “You’re like a young king, aren’t you?” poking fun at Jerry’s free-wheeling personality and ability to live his life in any way he pleases.  And he is.  With Jerry’s real life persona so closely mimicking the character “Jerry”, it can be tough to remember that Jason, Julia, and Michael don’t act like their characters in real life too.  I’ll count that as a testament to the show’s writing and each of their acting capabilities.


It’s also in “The Opposite” that we start to see Seinfeld’s “celeb pull” at work when Kramer appears on Regis and Kathie Lee to promote his coffee table book.  Sure, Season 3 featured Keith Hernandez in “The Boyfriend” two-parter, but to snag a couple of talk show hosts from a non-NBC show seems like a big step up.  As the show went on, these guest celebrities increased, both as Jerry’s girlfriends (Terri Hatcher, Courtney Cox, Janeane Garofalo, Amanda Peet, Laurie Laughlin, and the list goes on…), and as athletes and better-known faces (think Letterman, Gumbel, and Giuliani).

It still boggles my mind that Derek Jeter made a guest appearance on “The Abstinence” and will be suiting up for the Yanks tonight, especially when a comparable guest appearance was made by Paul O’Neill, who’s been retired since I was in middle school. It’s a shame the joy I’ll feel on September 28th when the Yankees miss the playoffs will be clouded by the notion that the seemingly perpetual Jeter-Seinfeld connection will also be coming to a close.

I’ll finish with a mention two of the more obscure, lesser-known Seinfeld guest appearances that get me especially giddy:

In “The Fire”, there is a scene where George is speaking to “Eric the Clown” at his girlfriend’s son’s birthday party. George is baffled and upset that Eric doesn’t know who Bozo is, and later is the first to flee the apartment when a fire breaks out, tossing women and children to the side in the process. Eric ends up putting out the fire with one of his big shoes, saving the day and leaving George to bask only in his selfish flames. Completely covered in clown makeup, a wig, suit, and recognizable only by the familiar brusque tone we’ve become familiar with over the years (“Any Glen.”), Eric is played by Jon Favreau a full two years before Swingers came out.

It took a bit longer for my second-favorite guest to become a familiar face – and even now, he’s pushing B-list. Seen in “The Burning” as a medical student guessing the ailments of Kramer and Mickey as they “act” out various diseases, Daniel Dae Kim’s enthusiasm as he correctly exclaims “Gonorrhea!” precedes his first appearance on Lost by a full 6 years. With his med school experience, it’s no wonder Sun was able to teach him the English language so quickly.

With Seinfeld, a celebrity spotting is different. It’s not just about a game of media Where’s Waldo; it’s the allure of seeing obscure names and faces surface who had such minor roles 20 years ago.

Seeing Jin as “Student #1”, Jeremy Piven playing George, and watching Jeter on TBS syndication (followed by the YES Network an hour later) is what enables the show to continue to comfort me each day. Sure, the people, the jokes, the scenes, and the obsessions of Seinfeld’s characters are already just as relevant to the nuances of today’s society as they were then, but it’s the fact that they intertwine multiple decades of pop culture in my own life that allow it to be so relevant and powerful.

Cheers to another week of re-runs and The Golden Age, Part II coming soon.

 

Seinfeld: A Love Letter

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Here are 5 things you should know about my relationship with Seinfeld:

1) There was a 3-year span from 2006 to 2009 where I watched at least one episode of Seinfeld every day.  I brought every DVD with me to Colgate in a big black binder (along with the episode guide inserts) and uploaded a rotation of episodes to my first iPhone.  We consistently had 10+ episodes on DVR, and my freshman year the Andrews 206 TV would consistently rotate between Feld, the Golf Channel, and 1 vs. 100 each day at lunch while we ate our buffalo chicken sandwiches from the Coop.  I missed an episode at some point senior year, but I’d wager I still get in 0.8 episodes daily.

2) I watched my first episode in 3rd grade while visiting Telluride, Colorado.  My parents and I were planning on going to bed, but after a brief discussion, they agreed I could stay up and watch “The Stall” with them.   It was a mistake, as I soon digressed into a troubled youth, stealing and hoarding excessive rolls of toilet paper from my elementary school restroom into my cubby.  When the teacher approached me asking for the single-ply sandpaper back, I solemnly shook my head and whispered to Ms. Bart that “I [didn’t] have a square to spare.”*

*I may or may not be an unreliable narrator at times

3) Since 2009, Evan Lorey has only referred to me as Jerry.  I am not Mark, DJ Newmark, Terry Richardson, Chase Bradley, Obama, Elvis, or Dylan to Evan.  I am Jerry.

Evan and "Jerry" visit the source.

Evan and “Jerry” visit the source.

4) Since moving to NYC, I have kept a WWJD business card in my wallet.  It’s been an interesting four years, as what Jerry does isn’t always in everyone’s best interest

5) I cried at the end of the finale, but immediately stopped when I became sickened by the song selection chosen for the sign-off.

So let’s begin…

 


Jerry – Larry – the gang – I’m sorry.  This is so long overdue.  Although you’ve been in my mind and on my screens for close to two decades now, I’ve never taken the time to express in words what you mean to me.  The time has finally come.

Although I subscribe to daily Google Alerts for you, I admit that more often than not they are given a swift swipe away.  “We’ll reconnect this evening,” I think to myself.  So it wasn’t until I was tipped off by a friend about the Top 25 episodes airing on TBS in the next couple of weeks that I decided the time is right to publicly declare my unbridled, never-curbed enthusiasm for all you’ve given me over the years.  And what better way to do this than to reflect on a few of my own favorite episodes?

Sure, I’ve always had a mental list of my favorites (and scenes, and quotes, and characters, and settings, and NYC stock footage, and VHS tapes on Jerry’s shelf, etc.), but it’s not so simple.  There is no true “best” with Feld – for Feld is an entity unto its own; it must be taken as a whole to be truly understood on an existential level.

And yet…it is also a show about nothing; it is a show of four unapologetically self-centered neurotic fools living semi-successful lives.  And to that I say what the hell –  I suppose we can play favorites to a few.

As such, for the next couple of weeks I plan to provide my own list of Top 5 Seinfeld episodes.

With one caveat, however.  You see, when someone asks me my favorite Seinfeld episode, I can never reply with just one.  This is not because I believe there are too many equally brilliant episodes, but it is because I think Seinfeld first must be viewed through three distinct lenses – one for each of its three unofficial eras.  Today I will define the first era and leave you with my favorites from the time period.  Later this week and next, I will move forward with the following two eras and discuss the best from each of those as well.

And we’re off.


Era 1 – The Early Years (Seasons 1-3):

Marked by Jerry’s poor acting and constant breaking of character from Jerry to Jerry, George’s hair and employment, Kramer’s (moreso) serial killer demeanor, Elaine’s Paul Ruddish capability of already knowing she’s going to look the same as Selena in ‘14 as she did as Benes in ’89, and weak ratings, The Early Years still have many moments of pure gold.

Some of my Early Years runner-ups include:


The Best of Era 1: “The Stake Out”

While each of the above episodes is great in their own accord, something about “The Stake Out” sticks with me.

“The Stake Out” was actually the second episode of the show which ever aired, although it was the fifth episode actually filmed/produced.  It encapsulates so much of what the show became and features a similar tone of humor as the rest of the series, but of course, a little less crisp than the flow the series eventually took on.

As a two sentence reminder, this is the episode where, after a brief encounter with a new love interest, Jerry is left with only the individual’s lawfirm (Simon-Bennett-Robbins-Oppenheim-Taft) as a clue to their identify.  He then “stakes out” the office with George to intentionally have a “chance” encounter with the woman.

We get the rare glimpse of jealousy between Jerry and Elaine, as they’re just off the break-up, and we even learn why it didn’t work out between them (“Well, we fight a lot for some reason…and there was a little problem with the physical chemistry…).  This episode also seems to analyze relationships at a much more realistic level than later on in the show.  We watch as Jerry has a very standard open discussion with his parents about his relationship difficulties, and the conversation between Jerry and Vanessa about who the potentially-significant-others were who accompanied them at the party feels like textbook early in the game banter.  In fact, I believe she ends up being the only woman appearing in consecutive episodes as Jerry’s companion.

What I love most about this episode and the stakeout plan itself is that it actually works.  Every time I watch this and hear Jerry say to his father that it “really isn’t that bad of an idea,” I can’t help but think the same.  It’s really not that different than taking a certain middle school elective due to your love interest in someone, and I see it as far less creepy than stalking someone on social media today (although that would likely be the Modern Seinfeld equivalent today).  In fact, Vanessa likely knows exactly what’s going on, but it’s OK.  The scene and show are summarized perfectly as Jerry asks if she dates immature men (“Almost exclusively.”).

I’m also not sure many casual fans realize the birth of Art Vandleay occurred so early on in the series (the quick progression of Bert Harbinson to Art Corr to Art Corvelay to George mistakenly saying Vandelay is a clip that feels like it could be from any year of the show).

And one last random note on my love for “The Stake Out”.  My favorite bit within this episode is Elaine’s description of her dream involving Jerry and his wooden teeth.  I think this beats out Jerry’s own dream description later on in “The Van Buren Boys” (“I had a dream a hamburger was eating me!”).

So thus marks the start of the Seinfeld series, and really the blog itself.  Tune in later this week for more on The Golden Age (Seasons 4-6), The Cartoon Years (Seasons 7-9), and other bits of potentially fantastic, seemingly trivial Seinfeld matters, fittingly here at NewMark New York.

A Different Kind of Taxicab Confession

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A few weeks ago I had the most interesting taxi cab encounter since I moved to New York. Now, let me preface this. I’m a curious boy, and I have a habit of Googling, a lot. I Google friends, family, myself, people with name tags on their luggage, people with IDs showing on the subway, and of course, cabbies.

Now, I’d say 90% of cabbies don’t get the pleasure of the Kanter-Google, but when I have, say, someone with a particularly interesting backstory, a female driver, or, ironically the most rare, an American, I go to the smartphone almost immediately.

Often times my search yields nothing more than confirmation of their registered medallion or license on some database. However, a few months ago I reconnected a NJ man to his high school alumni site (he was one of those “missing” people), and ever since then I’ve been Googling more and more (often with nothing more than empty LinkedIn profiles [“Current: driver”] or comments on a blog as the results).

But last month, when I sat in the back seat of Eugene Saloman’s taxi, I had a feeling something would be there. An older gentleman in a nice wool jacket isn’t typically who one finds behind the wheel.

It didn’t take long. Result #1 was Confessions of a New York Taxi Driver on GoodReads, with 50 ratings and reviews. Result #2 was the pre-order on Amazon, and #3 was his blog (going on seven years).

“Confessions of Cab Driver, is this you?”

He shrugs.

Oh, I’m wrong and unquestionably creepy.

“Wait, is it?” I ask.

“Guilty,” he says, and motions to a copy of the book upon the dashboard.

It turns out he got connected to a publisher through a tourist who wandered into his taxi a few years back. They enjoyed the blog and he signed on to be part of the Confessions series, a UK-based book collection now on its third entry. The first two were bestsellers, so things are looking pretty good for Gene.

Meanwhile, he was astonished that I not only looked him up, but that I discovered so much about his writings. He had never even heard of GoodReads, much less that he was getting an average 4/5 stars from a bunch of Brits who had already read the thing.

This isn’t the first bit of attention he’s received, though. When I got home, I found a Village Voice article from a couple years back, as well as an oral history feature.

And here’s a post from the Independent when the book was published last year in the UK (I’d actually recommend the Village Voice article and blog over this).

The blog is very enjoyable, and he was so astonished by our encounter that he’s written a post about it. He also gave me an air freshener which doubles as a promo of the book (we pulled over and chatted after our ride).

He’s been driving since 1977 and has business cards. It’s truly one of those NYC experiences. He is truly NYC. Best of luck Gene.

Eugene Salomon Swag.

Eugene Salomon Swag.