My friends and I are always looking for new restaurants to try around Syracuse that won’t cost a fortune to get to by cab or eat away at our gas money. One of the more popular places in the area is simply known by students and residents as Phoebe’s.
Conveniently located across the street from Syracuse stage on the corner of Irving Avenue and East Genesee Street, Phoebe’s Restaurant and Coffee Lounge is a hidden jewel. Phoebe’s is a cozy and easy-going getaway for those seeking fine dining close to campus. The simple bar-centered atmosphere plays well against the somewhat lavish menu and cuisine offered.
When I went with my friends, I had the steak tips served over garlic mashed potatoes and grilled asparagus. The food was absolutely incredible; the steak was cooked to perfection, the richness of the buttery potatoes and crisp asparagus overwhelmed my tastebuds (which, I might add, have been tolerating campus dining hall food for far too long now). The portion size was relatively small compared to what you might serve yourself on campus, but I was just able to finish the plate before I became too full.
Bottom line: this restaurant has far more many pros than cons. It’s location, atmosphere, and food are impeccable. My only hesitation with Phoebe’s is the pricing. This restaurant is not for the stereotypical broke college student. I recommend Phoebe’s for special occasions like Parent’s Weekend, a friend’s birthday dinner, or perhaps even a roommate dinner out on the town.
Phoebe’s Restaurant and Coffee Lounge is located at 900 East Genesee Street in Syracuse, NY. For more information regarding their hours, directions, or any other general information, you can call (315) 475-5154 or visit www.phoebessyracuse.com.
It’s a Friday night and you don’t know what to do. Going to parties on Comstock or at frat houses is getting old. Taking a drive to Destiny USA for a shopping trip was what you did last weekend and you’ve run out of movies for a cozy night in. So, this weekend how about doing something a little different? Maybe, the theater? No, not to see a movie but to see a play or a musical!
Plays aren’t just something your parents or grandparents do. Plays can be just as touching, memorable, fun or as enlightening as your favorite film. They tell a story in such an intimate manner that makes it such a real and visceral experience that can’t be found with any other art form. With really good theater, each word paints a picture; each gesture suggests a story and every action depict a life. And in Syracuse, you can definitely find really good theater. So, if those aren’t reason enough to attend try these:
1: Gives you a different “what did you do this weekend story.”
2. It makes for a great girls night, guys night or date night.
3. It can be impressive to your parents and make them actually think their 50 grand a year is worth it.
4. It’s a cheaper outing than the movie. You can get discount tickets for $3 for some shows at Schine.
5. It can be not only entertaining but enlightening and give you some ideas for your next paper or homework assignment. You never know, it could happen.
Whatever the reason, go see a play. Syracuse is hotspot for good theater and offers plays for any taste from musicals about guys from jersey, people in drag, or assassins who want to kill the president to dramas about whales, getting along or living in the Congo—you’ll find something to your liking.
First off, if you have any doubts about going abroad please rethink it because it was the most amazing time I have ever had in my life. I learned so much about so many different things it was truly enriching. The food was the absolute best part of London, UK. I was in London for a month and a half and I enjoyed going out to eat so much because London is one of the most diverse cities in the world with so many different kinds of food made by different people.
If you are ever in London, make sure to go to Brick Lane is it the Curry Capitol as Londoners call it and it does not let down. There were so many options from Butter Chicken which is a very mild taste to Vindaloo which is an incredibly spicy dish and do not forget to have some plain or garlic nan with it.
While in London, I also went to an international food fare where the food was absolutely amazing and the best part was the free tastings! In England the typical drink is to have a Pimm’s, which is a liqueur, mixed with lemonade and fruit inside, it is something really tasty to sip on with your food. London has these markets set up almost every weekend so anyone is welcome to stop by and the best part is the food is not expensive at all!
The dessert was phenomenal especially from the patisseries that were around every corner in London. The must visit place however is Patisserie Valerie, their macaroons were absolutely delicious with a side of chocolate ice cream or even some Pimm’s sorbet. Wherever in London you go you will fall in love with the food because everything was different and fresh and without a doubt amazing.
Initially, I was dragged to Strong Hearts by my friend, a health-food fanatic. I am normally the type of person who, when struck with the munchies, has no problem stopping by Taco Bell or ordering Insomnia Cookies at two in the morning. Obviously I was highly reluctant to eat my breakfast, my sacred first meal of the day, at a vegan cafe.
I had never even heard of the cafe before, which is nestled in between the Crown Park Plaza and I-81 on E. Genesee Street. A hand-written menu on chalkboard and the smell of freshly made sweets and coffee greeted me at the door. When ordering, I was obviously new to the whole vegan culture apparently because the man taking my order promised me that I wouldn’t be disappointed.
When my friend told me we were going out to breakfast, I had prepared myself for Denny’s or IHOP, but instead I now found myself face-to-face with a vegan, whole-wheat pancake and a peanut butter and Oreo soy “ice cream” milkshake. Cozied up in a corner high-table by the window, my friend nagged me until I finally agreed to try it. It looked like the type of processed, high fructose corn syrup food I ate, so maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.
After taking my first bite into the still-steaming pancake drizzled in real, bonafide maple syrup I thought perhaps this place was going to become one of my favorites. Finally taking my first sip of my peanut butter and Oreo milkshake, I knew I was going to be here often. I left full (the good kind of full as opposed to the usual greasy, heavy kind) and happy that I had tried something new. When leaving, the man who took my order didn’t even ask if I liked it— he smiled at me and said: “See you soon!”. Strong Hearts Cafe offered me, a person with absolutely no experience in vegetarian or vegan food besides an awful piece of ‘vegan’ chocolate cake in the dining hall, the perfect first step and transition into the vegan culture and lifestyle.
Opening in 2008, Strong Hearts strive to serve “affordable and delicious animal, earth and health friendly food”. They make an effort to use local food, resulting in delicious ingredients and aiding the Syracuse community. Strong Hearts Cafe is located at 719 E. Genesee Street in Syracuse. For more information about the cafe, visit their website: www.strongheartscafe.com
The story of Hungbu and Nolbu or “Hungbu-jon” is one of the most common (an older) Korean folk tales.
There once were two brothers with very different fortunes. The brothers’ father had recently died and left them a fortune to split. However, Nolbu kept most of the inheritance and cast his brother out. Nolbu became immensely rich and greedy with no qualms about hassling his neighbors or his brother. Hungbu remained poor and unlucky but maintained a kind disposition.
One day Hungbu returned home from work and witnessed a snake attacking a swallow’s nest. The swallow and all but one of her young were devoured. The surviving swallow injured its leg when it got caught in a bamboo blind during its flee. Upon seeing this, Hungbu treated the young swallow’s leg with ointment and wrapped a small bandage around the leg before placing the bird back in its next. For the remaining days Hungbu cared for the bird until the swallow was all well and ready to head south for the winter.
When spring came, on the third day of the third lunar month the swallow Hungbu had cared for returned to the house and dropped a gourd seed in front of Hungbu. Although confused, Hungbu took the seed and planted it in his garden. Within a few days the seed sprouted and the plant began growing rapidly. Eventually the plant produced five large gourds. Hungbu and his wife took one of the gourds and cut it open to reveal a flow of rice that filled five huge containers. The second gourd contained and trove of gold. The third gourd possessed a nymph. And finally the last two gourds produced one red and one blue bottle.
The nymph instructed Hungbu to build a new house and at that instant an endless supply of timber was deposited by the red bottle and a crew of carpenters was deposited by the red bottle. A new mansion was promptly built and afterwards Hungbu’s fortune and luck increased, and his family lived in prosperity without want. However, word spread throughout the town and when Nolbu heard the news he immediately rushed to his brother’s house. Nolbu demanded to know how Hungbu had become so rich in such a short amount of time. Hungbu told his brother the story of the swallow which prompted Nolbu to go home immediately afterwards and build a swallow’s nest.
When a family finally settled in the nest, Nolbu threw one of the swallows out and broke its leg. He then treated the swallow and placed it back in the nest. The swallow left for winter and came back to Nolbu’s house with a gourd seed. Nolbu did just as his brother and planted the seed. When the gourds finally appeared Nolbu eagerly split them open. In the first gourd were several imps with clubs shrieking, “We will punish you for your greed.” Even as the imps were attacking him, Nolbu was convinced the other gourds contained riches and split open another. The second gourd contained debt collectors who demanded repayment on loans. After the debt collectors had taken everything, Nolbu opened the third gourd from which a dirty stream of water gushed forth and flooded the house. Terrified, Nolbu went to Hungbu’s house. Hungbu took pity on his brother and welcomed him in. Nolbu reflected on his past and apologized to his brother and the family lived on happily.
On Friday, the world (literally, the world) was abuzz over photos of Kate Middleton, duchess of Cambridge, sunbathing topless while on holiday in Provence. Since then the royal scandal has graced the headlines of many if not most tabloids. Papers in France, Ireland and Italy have published the photos incensing the House of Windsor and necessitating a reading of any and all privacy laws across Europe.
As royal reps demand that France’s Closer hand over the files of pictures that they currently possess, the duchess and Prince William are touring the South Seas, dancing festively in Tuvalu and “smiling through scandal.”
Since their April 2011 wedding, Kate and William have dazzled the world with glamour and prestige but at what cost? Kate’s every action is scrutinized and believed to be a sign of pregnancy, her womb quickly becoming the world’s most valuable real estate. Recently, she rejected a glass of wine, which would mean, by contemporary tabloid standards, that she is most certainly with child. Without confirmation from the higher-ups at Buckingham, however, Kate is not pregnant and therefore must be sterile because that is, most definitely, the only other viable option.
In the wake of this latest cause célèbre, Kate, William and the royal family at large are a communal punch line and commercial cover story. What is it, I wonder, about the topless photos that really have heads turning? Is it the fact that Kate is normally so conservative and, you know, clothed? Is it that consumers are so desperate to get their hands on photos of naked royals? Or do we just feed so vacuously off the notion of scandal? Sarah Ferguson, former Duchess of York, obviously had something to say this week. She was, after all, also photographed topless in 1992 back when she was a royal (note to all royalty, just keep your tops on). Fergie voiced her sympathy for the Duchess and called the invasion of privacy “deplorable, abhorrent and despicable.” I’m guessing she might have said something similar over her non-invite to Kate and Will’s wedding…
Media outlets worldwide seem to be suffering from a non-curable case of Anglophobia. The royal couple’s every trip, movement, outfit becomes fodder for another article, blog post, headline. Most commentators would cite Princess Diana’s years as a royal and even her death as evidence of sadistic media frenzy. Princess Diana died several years before the advent of social media and, in turn, the birth of instant news. It may prove harder being a Princess in the digital age where a single tweet can set off a firestorm of press coverage. Yet in typical hypocritical fashion, I’d be totally willing to try it out so Harry if you’re reading this, hit me up.
Christopher Mesnooh, an American lawyer in Paris, has recently been interviewed in regards to France’s privacy rights. Mesnooh explained to UK’s The Telegraph that in this case “the horse got out of the barn a long time ago.” The steeplechase continues, however, and more headlines over the legal proceedings and fallout from the topless photos scandal will certainly find their way to the front page. That is, until the next noteworthy royal event occurs. With all this unwanted attention 24/7, I would not be surprised if Kate were to throw off, I mean throw in, the towel.