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Shortly before 2 this afternoon, three ships collided in Newark Bay, closing the bay to marine traffic. The three-way collision was between two dredging vessels, the 117-foot Melvin Lemmerhirt and the New York, and the 669-Foot Liberian tanker Orange Sun. The Orange Sun is reported to be carrying orange juice as its cargo. Reports also say the New York is taking on water, that there is a fluid leaking from one of the ships (presumably, not orange juice), and there's hydraulic fluid leaving a sheen on the waters nearby. The juice-filled Orange Sun is being brought back to harbor via tugboat.

We’re not going to hesitate to echo the praises surrounding The Smith, 3rd Avenue‘s (between 10th & 11th) latest go-to spot (formerly a very-out-of-place Pizzeria Uno). Whether you’re hankering for a good pork chop, a unique cocktail, or some cheddar grits, The Smith fits the bill. The interior is spacious, though dark in the back far away from the windows, and the walls are decorated with subway tile and vintage nude photographs. Despite its size, if you go for brunch like we did, we recommend a pre-noon arrival, since word has caught on and the room fills up fast.

There are many things that get us in the holiday spirit. But none of them work as nicely as stiff cocktail. Being that Thanksgiving is the official kick-start to festive season, it seems only right to welcome it with a beverage that will put some color in our cheeks and some jolly in our step. So while we have the Pinot Noir all ready to go with our turkey, here are some cranberry cocktails to...

The Columbia University students' hunger strike to protest Columbia's non-inclusive attitudes about redevelopment and curriculum continues with one less striker. Just after midnight on Sunday, a post went on up on the Columbia Hunger Strike website saying, "This evening, one hunger striker was admitted to St. Luke's hospital. She will not continue the strike for personal medical reasons." The student, Aretha Choi, who attends Barnard, later wrote:...my disappointment increases as I remember the bitter...

There must be something in the air -- temperatures dropping or the crisp winds of fall, perhaps -- but whatever it is, it has caused two of our favorite local artisanal picklers to launch tasty new products. First, Jon Orren at Wheelhouse has created the Ploughman's Pickle, his take on the Branston Pickle Relish that graces the traditional English Ploughman's lunch. His version contains the wort from Sixpoint Craft Ales' Brownstone Ale (wort is the...

A welcoming red and white striped awning dawns the name of the Cornelia Street Cafe, a longtime West Village fixture with artist roots that recently celebrated its 30th birthday. Located on a "mini restaurant row" including the teeny Le Gigot, Home, and Pearl Oyster Bar, the cafe is much more spacious than its neighbors with four separate rooms on two floors, each dotted with the work of local artists. Though the West Village today is not the Village of 1977, artists still come and go from the Cornelia St. Cafe with fervor-- for the food, for the performance, or for both. The cafe continues to host nightly events and over the years has acted as stage to poet and senator Eugene McCarthy, members of the Royal Shakespeare Company, the Songwriters Exchange, and during the next week Eve Packer, a duo of Sondheim-singing sisters, and Cassorla are scheduled to perform.

The Coupon Clipper scours the specials for the best deals in New York's big grocery stores.

One of things you quickly learn on this job is that Gothamist readers are pretty damn good at finding typos. The other is that you can’t make everyone happy all the time. But occasionally we’ll scroll through the comment section, passing over the ones filled with pain and anger, and come across a genuine suggestion or concern. Well, it seems that a reader or two believes that we are “encouraging irresponsible drinking!” Yes, that's right, with an exclamation point. We nearly dropped our pint of whiskey when we read it. That’s not the type of message we want to send. Perhaps our wine and spirits posts are “too focused” on alcohol. Well this week we’re going to make a change. Instead of encouraging our readers to drink copious amounts of delicious alcoholic beverages, we will share our favorite recipes for virgin cocktails that are wonderful to share with friends on a Saturday night or serve at your son or daughter’s Bar/Bat Mitzvah.

Mister Cutlets is somewhat of a role model for me . . . maybe even a father figure. We are both food writers. We are both lovers of meat puns (his book is called "Meat Me In Manhattan" and my last post was about a place with the motto "Let's Meat At Sahara.") We've both appointed ourselves absurd nicknames. And we both find it appropriate, even though neither of us are super heroes as far as I can tell, to take on theme songs ("With the bacon and the lamb chops and the scrapple and the ham hocks, Mister Cutlets spend some time with me" written by Life In A Blender West versus "Pickles! Salami! Dumplings! Pastrami! Take a look, grab a bite, put it in your tummy!" written by Jack Dolgen of Sam Champion before, mind you, he ever heard that phenomenal Mister Cutlets theme song.)

The cocktails at Death and Co., a new watering hole in the East Village, are as serious as a heart attack. Here they are not just pushed out in sweatshop fashion to the herds of thirsty folks that crowd the bar. At Death and Co., the cocktail is treated with respect. From the two inch double-freeze ice cubes to the highest quality spirits and ingredients, it's carefully crafted with that perfect balance of skill and whimsy that leaves you patiently, or not so patiently, waiting for your first sip.

Concrete walls, wooden beams, and weathered pine tables occupy the former fish warehouse space on N. 5th Street in Williamsburg known around town as the restaurant-in-the-mornings, Egg. After noon the space puts on its other face as Sparky's All-American Food, an all natural hamburger and hot dog joint. Created under the partnership of George Weld, a transplant from the South with an affinity for big country breakfasts, and Brian and Melissa Benavidez, the owners of Sparky's, Egg comes to life for early risers seven days a week offering reasonably priced entrees for $5-$7.

If Marcel Proust had lived in China instead of France, these little cakes would have taken the place of his cherished Madeleines. Called “Hong Kong cakes” in English, these cakes are made from a simple, slightly sweet batter based on eggs and flour. It’s not at all what you’d expect to find from a vendor on a street corner in Chinatown. But that’s where these diminutive treats are sold, twenty to a bag for a dollar. One cart dispenses them during the afternoons on the corner of Pell and Bowery, but even better cakes (flavored with a hint of orange juice) come from the man installed on the southeast corner of Grand and Bowery (convenient to the B/D subway stop).

Tis the season for hibernating and canceling plans 'cause it's too cold to go out. Here's what could, possibly, maybe get us out from under the covers this week:

We're proud to announce that Neighborhoodies is sponsoring the Movable Hype 4.0 show on Monday. Amongst other things they'll be giving out goodie bags stuffed with treats! So get there early before they run out, it's first come first served.

New Yorkers get bored easily – it’s not a stereotype, just a function of our environment. We are constantly stimulated with new and exciting things – making a trip to the bodega for a $5 pint of milk, an adventure. So as we were sipping on our pomegranate mojito last week – Gothamist felt that familiar pang, oh yes it was boredom, and it left us shaken and a little stirred.

Gothamist’s quest to find a reliable neighborhood brunch bistro found us at DuMont last weekend, a 40-seat joint with an adjoining back hallway leading to a closet sized, but adorable bar in the back. A Williamsburg staple, especially for those willing to wander east of Bedford Avenue, DuMont offers comfort foods like burgers, DuMac n’ Cheese, and crab cakes on their brunch and dinner menus, with rotating market fresh specials every day.

The New York Post is reporting that the devastation caused by Hurricaines Charley and Frances is about to hit home ... in the produce section. This season's hurricaines have devastated the Florida grapefruit crop and severely damaged the orange crop. Prices are skyrocketing in the orange juice futures market, although the real spike will be in the prices of whole fruit (orange juice is typically stored in reserve at super-frozen temperatures for up to three years to hedge against interruptions in supply).

Today is going to be (pardon the expression) butt-hot and sunny, high of 87.

Jeff Jarvis, Buzzmachine