Hatched last year by two young brothers who dream of bringing fresh spirit to a distressingly sleepy stretch of Arthur Avenue, the hall can be found inside an old-school marketplace, where you may pick up a week’s supply of olives, pancetta and marinated anchovies while, if you’re lucky, an elderly gentleman plays an elegiac version of Andrea Bocelli’s “Con Te Partirò” at the lonesome piano by the entrance. Grab a seat at the bar, or at the cluster of tables, and you feel lucky to be surrounded by the bounty of this storied Italian-American neighborhood. You want to linger.
Definitely intend on checking this out. I haven’t done much exploring in the Bronx. Maybe it’s about time I did.
Seriously, could listen to him all day. #toomanyzoos #grandcentral #performers #subway #music #solo
#toomanyzoos #lovethem #grandcentral #performers #music
Everyone loves their fair share of British men … I know I do! And one of their favorite phrases is “Bollocks”! We’ll all heard it, and we’ve all mocked them using it, but what does it even mean?
Bullshit! No, really. It’s classified as “verbal rubbish”, which in itself means bullshit. When people hear “bollocks”, they think balls, and they aren’t exactly wrong. It can mean testicles, if used appropriately.
Oddly enough, in the 18th century, priests’ sermons were referred to as bollocks. Don’t ask me why! Maybe people thought it was a load of bullshit? Lol. I’ll stay away from that concept.
Your challenge; Use bollocks in one of your posts (Tumblr, Twitter, FB, anything), if you’re not British!