Victoria’s Secret in Herald Square Is for the ‘Family Casino Crowd’Today’s “Critical Shopper” takes a good hard look at the Victoria’s Secret in Herald Square, because — surprise! — it’s Valentine’s Day. Cintra Wilson determines Victoria’s “secrets” are not so much secret. Rather, they’re as explicitly sexual as, let’s say, strippers. So it’s not surprising that the store lacks a certain, how do we say, class.
Riding the B Line: Flatbush Avenue’s Secret Hamburger StandSomewhere in the world there may be a train line that covers more gastronomic territory than the B and V subway lines, which start in southernmost Brooklyn and end deep in Queens, but if there is, we don’t know about it. For the next twenty-odd weeks, we’ll be riding the B and V from Coney Island all the way to Forest Hills, jumping off frequently to rave about our favorite restaurants and food stores near the subway.
This week: Seventh Avenue
It’d Be Better With Oompa-Loompas
Looks like Max Brenner, the nonexistent “Bald Man” of high-concept choco-bar infamy, has started a trend: Call it the Willie Wonka–fication of the coffeehouse experience. The weirdness continues at the Roasting Plant, where freshly roasted coffee beans are sucked out of transparent vessels through overhead pipes and into a souped-up espresso machine. We’re as baffled as anyone, but we also have to grudgingly admit that the shop’s main attraction, a Rube Goldberg–meets–H.R. Giger device, looks pretty damn cool. And, who knows, perhaps the beans do stay fresher this way. We’ll let Rob and Robin provide further explanation over at Grub Street.
The Roasting Plant’s Coffee Beans Dance Overhead [Grub Street]