Williamsburg’s Cubana Social is closing on Saturday


Apparently, Cubana Social is yet another casualty of rent hikes as Williamsburg becomes more and more unaffordable. A longtime FreeWilliamsburg favorite, we’re going to miss their Cuban-style, slow-roasted pork which was a staple for the neighborhood. Christina Bouza, who founded Cubana Social, posted these words about the closing on the restaurant’s website:

Maybe what’s most special is the energy felt within our walls from the people who’ve come together and contributed their love. Notably, much of Cubana’s staff & musician family has been with us since the beginning. Quite unusually, we’ve experienced more of a change in neighbors than employees. Cubana Social is one of few remaining old faces in a barely recognizable Williamsburg. While realtors have taken the place of artists in curating a new surreality, rents have soared sky high, fueling the cycle of displacement. [Read more…]

Pasar Malam to become the Chinese Club, Cubana Social still “renovating,” Dear Bushwick becomes Sincerely Burger


Eater reports that the critically popular Malaysian restaurant Pasar Malam has closed. At least for the time being. The owners reportedly didn’t think the Malaysian menu was a hit and will begin serving a blend of Chinese and Malaysian cuisine in coming months:

Flatiron Malaysian restaurant Laut’s Williamsburg outpost Pasar Malam has closed and will soon be transforming into a Chinese restaurant by the same owners. The new restaurant, called Chinese Club, will debut in the next week and will offer a menu that’s more Chinese and less Malaysian, according to tipsters and an employee. [Read more…]

Williamsburg Restaurant Owned By The Nuge’s Son

We love Cubana Social, so we won’t hold it against him. From the New Yorker

A month later, Mann flew to Texas. He met his sister, in Austin, where they spent two days “laughing and crying and freaking out” before driving to his father’s ranch, in China Spring, near Waco. “There he was, standing on his porch with his big cowboy hat,” Mann said. “I thought I was gonna throw up or jump out of the car and run off his property.”

Mann pulled out his iPhone to look at photos from the trip: Big Ted and Little Ted kneeling before a grill covered with elk steaks; Little Ted aiming a rifle (his girlfriend: “I think you just got sexier”); the contents of Big Ted’s pockets—handgun, ammo, handkerchief—displayed as part of a lesson in “what a man should carry”; father and son, arm in arm, holding a semiautomatic rifle and an Uzi. “I couldn’t believe it,” Mann said. “Here I am, a grown man, and I wanted to make sure I hit the bull’s-eye so I could show my dad I can shoot.” Mann flicked to another photo: a deer carcass hanging from a tree. “He sends me random shots of everything he kills now,” he said.

In April, he joined his dad on a hunting trip in Michigan—his “baptismal bloodletting,” Nugent called it—and, earlier this month, Nugent came to New York. He was in town for a concert, at the Iridium, and several media appearances. Howard Stern told him to bring the kids. (Stern to Mann: “Have you gotten laid more now that Ted Nugent is your dad?”) Nugent also wanted to see his son at work, so they went to Cubana Social, Mann’s Williamsburg restaurant—Nugent wore the neighborhood’s only authentic National Rifle Association cap—for empanadas and chorizo burgers.