We are living in the age of the destination meat market. Along with Dickson’s in the Chelsea Market and Heritage in the Essex Street Market, Harlem Shambles is, as Michelin would put it, vaut le voyage.
Just walking into the shop, past the Slow Food snail on the door, is a trip. At 1,300 square feet, it’s the size of a two-bedroom in Inwood. The floors are polished hardwood, the design reminiscent of Victorian London, or at least Harrods food hall, and one of the staff is usually up front either carving half a hog or piping ground, spiced meat into sausage casings.
50 years ago today, 15-year-old James Powell was killed by a police officer, which led to riots on the streets of Harlem and beyond. Check out the audio piece on the turmoil courtesy of the indispensable WNYC.
by Jessica Dailey
The New York City Parks Department’s takes green-starved city dwellers on outdoor adventures for free through its Urban Park Rangers program. All you have to do is register online, and hope you get selected via the random lottery. I tried my luck and got chosen for not one, but two excursions. First up: a trip to the northernmost tip of Manhattan to camp in Inwood Hill Park.
6:51 p.m.: Thanks to the MTA, I’m nearly an hour late, so I’m feeling like a pretty big jerk, even though Sergeant Sunny Carro, the leader of this camping expedition, assured me it was okay. I meet up with M., my (somewhat reluctant, but generally positive) outdoor adventure companion, outside Inwood Hill Park, and we head in, looking for the group. The sun is going down, and the park looks lovely. We enter on West 218th Street near where the Harlem River meets Spuyten Duyvil Creek. The Big C Rock stands across the water. The Parks Department bills this activity as “Family Camping” and everything that’s been written about it is about how awesome it is for family bonding. Since we’re a young, childless couple, we’re a tad nervous that the group is going to be all breeders and babies, and we’ll be the weird young childless couple.
By ALEX MINDLIN
Published: August 13, 2006
DIÓMEDES LORA, who owns a window-tinting business on Dyckman Street in Inwood, speaks of taxis with the reverence that the Plains Indians once showed for the buffalo. “The taxi is a big thing, and it has many parts,” Mr. Lora said two weeks ago, standing in front of his rented garage. “A taxi driver needs tires, he needs gasoline, he needs electrical maintenance, he needs insurance and parking.”
A short, muscular man who kept one hand hooked into his belt, Mr. Lora gestured up and down the street at businesses catering to taxi drivers, among them a radio shop and a car wash plastered with cab-company decals. “It’s amazing how they spark the economy,” he said.
Certain New York neighborhoods have signature industries — Wall Street has its investment houses, Chelsea its art galleries — and in such areas, spinoff shops pop up, catering to the dominant local business. So it is in Upper Manhattan, where the pre-eminent business is livery cabs, and the satellite ones include ventures like Mr. Lora’s.
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