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Paging Doc Brown, this car is from the future! Well, at least the future we pictured back in the '80s. Or an old Transformers cartoon. Now it's more like a futuristic car based off of our nostalgia-inspired designs. Regardless, it was spotted recently on Avenue C and 8th Street and the photographer, Will McDonough, tells us "it had Hydraulic doors, that opened when the driver unlocked the door. He customized the dashboard with a tons of switches and levers... not sure what they did. This thing has so many blind spots, god knows how he can drive it through the city." How long do you think it'll last in this rough n' tumble town?

Or so they say. Well, maybe, maybe not, but regardless, we wanted to give you some options for food and drink-related events on Valentine's Day.

The Counter Meal, a waitress explained during a recent visit, is an Australian tradition made up of comforting food, a hefty drink, an informal atmosphere, and a darn good price. The menu offers an appetizer, either burger or entree, and a choice of traditional Australian desserts for this price ($16)--or even less, $10, on Sunday nights.

Nicole Atkins is more than "just" a girl with a guitar. Her live shows are amongst the best we've seen - energetic, personable and with a sound so big there's little else to do but feel a part of the music. Tomorrow afternoon she'll take the stage at our show in Austin, and we suggest coming by if you're at SXSW. For New Yorkers staying in town, she'll be playing Bowery Ballroom on March 19th.

Named for the fish & chips shops found just beside Bondi Beach in Australia, the Lower East Side's six month old Bondi Road assures you don't have to travel all the way around the world for flaky fried fish and real Aussie chips. Heathe St. Clair, also owner of the Australian hangout on Avenue C, The Sunburnt Cow, has brought surfer chic to a neighborhood hungry for fresh fish, a comfortable atmosphere, and a few pints of Aussie beer.

Bruni three-stars L'Atelier Joel Robuchon. While "it hit the ground limping," he says, "it improved quickly and greatly, and your focus can now fall on its mostly exhilarating food." He also finds at L'Atelier a new contender for the city's best haute burger: made with Kobe beef, foie gras, caramelized peppers and brioche buns.

September 3: Outstanding in the Field

through June 18: 1996 at Rain

A yellow and white striped awning shades the five stools that sit outside Cafecito, a two-storefront Cuban restaurant on Avenue C. On the left, bar stools line a counter that extends outside, so on sunny days one can sit outside and watch passerby, ordering minty fresh mojitos or Cuban coffees from the counter. On the right, tables are densely packed into a brick-lined dining room, lit dimly at night, and always cozy and bustling. Opened in 2004 by Manuel Garcia -- of Cuban descent but a generation removed -- and business partners Ian Pearl and Gregory Kussoff, from Miami, Cafecito serves authentic Cuban dishes at inexpensive prices.

It's not quite the lusty month of May yet, but spring fever is already gripping the denizens of the city. So for your monthly dose of sexy scribes, head down to Happy Ending Lounge (302 Broome St.) for the monthly In The Flesh Erotic Reading Series. This month's theme is True Confessions, featuring comedian Dan Allen, blogger and novelist Jessica Cutler (The Washingtonienne), Columbia Spectator sex columnist Miriam Datskovsky, among others, and hosted by the fabulous Rachel Kramer Bussel. It starts at 8PM and is free.

Wooster Collective spotted this amazing exterior on 4th Street, between Avenue C and Avenue D. It was painted by Cern and Cekis from Chile. Check out more of their painting at ArtCrimes. Their style is similar to Os Gemeos from Brazil-- you might remember them from when they were in New York last year.

Drink. Then again, that’s our answer to most questions. But it seems we are not alone. To help us make it through the Blizzard ’06, we knew it would take a sturdy pair of boots, a warm fleece hat and the insatiable desire to find a warm cozy bar to serve up soul-warming cocktails. Luckily for us south of the border turns out to be right below 14th street.

Kasadela, an unassuming sake bar, sushi house, and Japanese snack shop on the corner of 11th St. and Avenue C is the low-budget, high-flavor hotspot born of a former Nobu employee. Like Chibi's Sake Bar in Soho, Kasadela offers an abundance of authentic Japanese snacks from edamame and tebasaki (Japanese-style chicken wings) to tempura and sashimi. Far enough east to avoid downtown crowds, Kasadela sets a comfortable, but intimate mood with its brick-walls and slow-burning candles. With separate food and drink menus, the options can be endless. Fortunately, no dish is priced more than $10, so one can indulge in delectables without breaking their wallets.

Lady Bunny, Entertainer

Laurie Woolever, Cook/Food Writer

Kathleen Cholewka, Translove Airways

The Daily News has suggestions on where to go and celebrate (which means eat) the New Year: Bao 111 on Avenue C, Dim Sum Go-Go , Kuma Inn, Ocean Palace Restaurant in Brooklyn, and Taste Good Malaysian Cuisine in Elmhurst. Just make sure you have noodles (longevity), fish (prosperity), spring or egg roll (looks like gold ingot), and cake (something that rises - it's good).

520: Joe's Bar – divey

New York magazine looks at the new hanger steak (apparently, the hanger steaks are the old black in the beef world) to wow chefs, the Flatiron Steak. Worried that the Flatiron Steak was some attempt to ride the Flatiron Building train, the Flatiron Steak is named so because, like the Flatiron Building, it looks like a flatiron. NY says Flatiron steak is "remarkably flavorful, surprisingly tender, and—most important—cheap cut from the shoulder." Restaurants serving the steak du jour are Jane, Sunburnt Cow (137 Avenue C /212-529-0005), WD-50, Dominic Restaurant/Social Club and Cub Room.

A pair of robbers has been terrorizing residents in Gramercy Park, East Village and Chelsea. Their M.O. is to watch people entering their apartments or knock on their doors and then force their way in. They demand cash, cellphones, and sometimes drugs, leading police to believe they are junkies. The Post notes the locations of the robberies: