CNN WEIGHS IN ON BABIES IN BARS

[photo via CNN]

Oh, snap, bitches!  We're on CNN!  Our multiple (read: incessant) posts on the babiez-in-barz issue has FINALLY got us noticed as the shining beacon of journalism that we are. 

We think it's kind of redundant, too, but if the same topic keeps cropping up, it means someone SOMEWHERE is still interested, right? 

Are YOU interested? 

Probz not, but who cares?  We're national now.  Get ready for FIPS t-shirts-n-shit.

Precious Food

Let’s talk about precious food.

I don’t mean this in the "oh I fucking luv, luv, luv food cause I'm a foodie!,"kind of way; I mean this in the "let’s cure our own organic, grass-fed beef!" and "the cow was raised on a small farm in Vermont and had its own upholstered sofa to sleep on!" kinda way.

I cannot pick up a free copy of Edible Brooklyn without feeling slightly awed and intimidated. The photography is gorgeous and the stories of local gastronimic adventures seem heartfelt enough. And yet, oddly, I often finish reading that thing feeling like I want to poke the eyes out of the hip, slightly dirty/attractive BK dude talking about cooking only with seasonal, locally sourced ingredients, or the post-recession entrepreneur who's hanging salamis to dry in their cruddy Williamsburg bathroom and selling them on the internet. Or worse yet, the in depth play-by-play of the breaking down of an entire fucking whole hog in the back room of a restaurant (!?).

Here's the thing: I do not want to know this much about the food I eat. It's TMI!

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Subway Dramz: 'When People Stop Being Polite and Start Getting Real'

While ever changing and expanding, the current order of shit I hate around here currently shakes out like this:

1. Time Warner Cable
2. The Chip Shop
3. The MTA

Unfortunately for an outraged, anon FIPS reader, I'm guessing she's got the MTA chillin in spot #1. She sent along a copy of a letter that she forwarded to the new British MTA CEO Jay Walder (sidenote: this dude is the only tiny glimmer of hope that the MTA *may not* spend a bazillion of our dollars and self-implode, though who knows) about a harrowing incident that went down last week.

And who can blame her, really? For me, the MTA has become this quasi-embodiement of...well...the Atlantic Terminal Mall. No one cares, everyone knows it, and so we've all just totally given up. Like when you are in Target and you can't find something, you don't bother asking anyone where it is, b/c you know that they won't know. And when they don't know (and sneer at you for asking), you don't bother going to their manager because you know that they won't give a shit either. Same thing with the MTA: its every man/woman/child for themselves. If you need something, good fucking luck finding someone who cares. It's kill or be killed down in the subway...literally.

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Your Weekend Plans = RUINED FOREVER

Daily Intel is reporting that the MTA is working on fixing the F train.  Of course, in typical MTA "let's do everything ass-backwards" fashion, things are gonna get a lot worse before they get even the tiniest bit better.

The weekends of February 20, February 27, May 8, May 15, May 22, November 13, and November 20, there will be absolutely no F train service.  For extra funsies, the G train will also be shut down on those weekends. 

Normally, I'm all like: I never want to leave Brooklyn anyway!  The problem with train service being shut down?  I can't get my friends to come to me if their only option for travel is a fucking shuttlebus.  And really?  THREE consecutive weekends in May?  Just when the weather is getting nice and I actually feel motivated to put down the remote control and stop watching epic marathons of "Bang for Your Buck" on HGTV? 

As always, thanks for nothing, MTA.

OFFICIAL FIPS ENDORSEMENT: THE DOUBLE WINDSOR

photo: Sam Horine

ATTN BALLERS: I'd like to suggest that you stop whatever you are doing right now (put down your bong; step away from the internet porn; and just say no to your new Craigslist missed connection "friend"...at least for a few mins) and head straight on over to Double Windsor!

We'd like to suggest that you go patronize the Double Windsor...HARD.

Buy drinks! Buy food! (do they even sell food!? Yes! After 5pm! Who cares?...just buy it!). Scrub graffiti off their bathroom stalls! SHOW RESPECT TO DOUBLE WINDSOR. DOUBLE WINDSOR IS OUR HERO!

Here's why. Behold this post from Park Slope Parents:

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