Looking for an early-morning Valentine’s Day date that’s sure to impress leave an impression on your special someone? The sewage plant located on the beautiful famously disgusting Newtown Creek is offering special tours for the holiday.
Yes, you read that correctly. The Newtown Creek Wastewater Treatment Plant – which is the city’s largest wastewater facility and processes 1.3 million gallons each day – is opening its doors on Tuesday for a special tour of its “digester eggs” (ew that name). Monthly tours are available from its 2-year-old visitor center, but Tuesday’s tour will be an added date and will end in a Hershey’s kiss for each attendee (seriously).
Like the fancy restaurant where your date is expecting is expecting to go, the plant requires reservations. Email [email protected] The tour begins at 10 a.m.
I’ve spent years living in North Brooklyn but I really didn’t know anything about it until I was able to see how it was portrayed by 2 Broke Girls, a hackneyed, LA-filmed sitcom created by the “brain” behind Sex and the City and the “brain” behind Whitney. This column will keep track of all the knowledge dropped and questions answered, like: Why do hipsters wear knit hats? Because of Coldplay…of course (seriously, this was one of the first jokes of the series).
This week I learned…
Don’t Ever Ride the Subway, Ever
On television, the New York Subway system seems ever destined to be seen as a wasteland. A place worthy of a Hades comparison for more reasons than just that it’s also underground. 2 Broke Girls would lead its viewer to believe that the subways, regardless of the train, are filthy havens for the worst stereotypes of the types of New Yorkers who have been priced out of Manhattan and much of Western Brooklyn for at least ten years/never really existed in the first place—you know, men whose wardrobes resemble something between a pile of oily rags and Grizabella from Cats.
On 2 Broke Girls last night the subway shuffles our broke gals from wealthy, model-filled Manhattan to the drek of contemporary Williamsburg (well, a contemporary WB where The Edge is still just a punchline for a music joke and not also a gentrification one). The two try to share a sentimental moment in the wake of saving an overdosing model’s life, only to be interrupted by a stranger groping Kat Dennings cupcakes (and by cupcakes, I mean, her butt, not her actual cupcakes—this episode was lacking in cupcake porn). Our gals, and the audience, laugh it off because sexual assault is hilarious just as long as the offended party shoots a real zinger at the would be rapist. The Kat Dennings broke girl zinged that fella hard so let’s all just call it even. I don’t know about you but I’m more ready than ever for my sardine-esque, rush hour L-train commute.