Streetlevel: Traif Bike Gesheft
[nggallery id=”35492″ template=galleryview] The chickens at Traif Bike Gesheft obviously don’t fix the bikes; they’re just there to keep Joe Diamond company. Joe opened his bike shop (which translates from Yiddish to “Non-kosher Bike Shop”) a few months ago in a space behind the Time’s Up bicycle organization in Williamsburg, where he repairs and sells…
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The chickens at Traif Bike Gesheft obviously don’t fix the bikes; they’re just there to keep Joe Diamond company. Joe opened his bike shop (which translates from Yiddish to “Non-kosher Bike Shop”) a few months ago in a space behind the Time’s Up bicycle organization in Williamsburg, where he repairs and sells used bicycles, and raises chickens. It’s easy to miss. The entrance is a set of swinging saloon doors painted bright yellow that lead to a narrow alley to the right of the building. We stopped by the other day for some bicycle advice, and Joe mentioned that he has received 500 new used bikes, so if you’re looking for a reliable and well-loved steed—and, if you’re lucky, a freshly laid egg—check out his shop at 99 South Sixth Street between Berry and Bedford, or call (347) 245-8759 for opening hours. GMAP
thanks brenda! (i think) hahah
*rob*
Can we get some new voices here? You all have become caricatures of yourselves. Admittedly I have little to offer but it seems the rut is just getting deeper, I don’t believe any of what people write here anymore, seems like a bunch of phony baloney.
I’ve been bitching about this now for a while… maybe we should start a new anti-faux-luddite urban movement. What could we call it? “Back to Concrete?”
Chickens are kosher, aren’t they?
Very ironic.
I have been waiting with baited breath for the backlash against all this precious back-to-the-urban-landism and locavoraciousness, all the chickens and beehives and hipster victory gardens, the organic beer-brewing and microgreen-growing, the ice-cream trucks with $9 cones whose mint-chip features mint with a distinctive volcanic “terroir”……and I believe Rob has provided the first flake of nasty radioactive fallout. Curiously, although I also fantasize about having both coops and aviaries here at the CrazyStable in the far farmlands of Flatbush, I find his reaction rather heartening. I love chickens and I love bicycles, but I simply draw the line at encountering them in an ironic juxtaposition. Williamsburg, like Camelot, is…a silly place.
> okay skarky just how many times are you going to use that SAME joke!?
Just this once. I don’t pay my writers to give me stale material, you know. But if this is a repeat, thanks for the heads up, I’m in a firing mood.
okay skarky just how many times are you going to use that SAME joke!?
*rob*
Hold still, rob.
[Snarky reaches into his manpurse for an organic tomato]
i dont know but i sure hope people start to rally up against these smelly urban farmers and their disgusting disease carrying livestock and polluted crappy organic fruit and vegetables.
*rob*