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Despite the influx of young people, Astoria holds onto its diversity tooth and nail, and thank goodness. North Africans on Steinway Street, Greeks and Italians in northern Astoria, Brazilians and Bangladeshis in the south and east, and Croatians, Serbians, Bosnians, Mexicans, Japanese, and so many others (including an expanding LGBT community and seemingly most of New York's young standup comics) call this neighborhood home.

Astoria is roughly split in two parts. The blocks south of the Grand Central tend to be filled with low-slung, well-appointed apartment buildings, providing tons of decent rentals within 20 minutes from Midtown. 30th Avenue in particular is packed with great restaurants and nightlife. There are more single- and two-family homes on the other side of the Grand Central, which gives that part of Astoria more of a neighborhood feel. Ditmars Boulevard is the main street north of the Grand Central, and its storefronts are filling in as a secondary destination  See more.

for great restaurants. You'll find that many retail establishments have a branches both north and south of the Grand Central.

Before the subway's arrival in 1917, Astoria was made up of several small communities, including Ravenswood, Dutch Kills, Steinway, and Old Astoria Village. The folks at The Greater Astoria Historical Society are dedicated to documenting the area's rich history as a farming and manufacturing center. Among the many ornate neighborhood houses of worship are the Astoria Center of Israel, founded in 1925 and recently added to the National and State Registers of Historic Places, and Saint Demetrios Cathedral, spiritual center of the Greek Orthodox community.

With its reasonable rents and proximity to Manhattan, Astoria, and Western Queens in general, has a thriving arts scene. Movies have been made here since the days of silent films, and the revitalized Kaufman Astoria Studios is the city's main film and TV studio complex. Just down the street from Kaufman Astoria is the Museum of the Moving Image, which recently underwent a major expansion, resulting in a sleek new building by architect Thomas Leeser. Sculpture buffs should also check out the Noguchi Museum. Just across the street is the Socrates Sculpture Park, located on the East River waterfront, open year-round with rotating contemporary outdoor exhibits plus international film screenings in the summer.

Not many green spaces exist in Astoria, but the neighborhood is blessed with Astoria Park and its massive WPA-era Olympic-sized pool, one of 11 such pools that were opened across the city in 1936. It hosted the Olympic swimming trials that summer for the U.S. swim and diving teams. Although the city no longer allows diving boards in parks, Astoria Park's diving pool and its intriguing towers are slated to become part of an outdoor venue. The park also has many (underutilized!) tennis courts and a large running track, along with great views of Manhattan and the Robert F. Kennedy Bridge and the Hell Gate Bridge, the approaches for both of which cross through the park. Elsewhere, the vest-pocket Athens Square Park is a nod to Astoria's Greek roots, and features a mini-amphitheater and a sculpture donated by the mayor of Athens.

Nightlife
There's something for everyone, from Irish bars like Cronin & Phelan and the Irish Rover to artisanal cocktails at Sweet Afton to wines by the glass at Crescent Lounge and DiWine. The Queens Kickshaw stays open late serving craft beer and live music and SingleCut has a great taproom. The Sparrow is a go-to north of the Grand Central, and the Bohemian Hall & Beer Garden is always a jam-packed summertime favorite.

Restaurants
Sure, there are plenty of Greek restaurants (Agnanti and Taverna Kyclades are local faves), but why stop there? Visit Vesta for good, cheap Italian food and wine, Djerdan for Bosnia's best, and Favela for a taste of Rio. Tufino has some of the best pizza in the city, minus the waits. Meanwhile, Queens Comfort hits a pitch-perfect rec room vibe while Watawa and Linn both serve top-notch sushi.

Shopping
Titan Foods, Parrot Coffee, and Euro Market offer the best of Europe, and Family Market has everything Japanese, including bento boxes. Astoria Bier and Cheese fills a craft beer and cheese niche. Find that special vintage clothing item at Loveday 31 and reward yourself with sweets from La Guli, Martha's or Artopolis.




         
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Urban Bohemia

By Emily Pecora
It may not be the Second Wave, but you can still party like it's 1888 at the Bohemian Hall & Beer Garden. Hear what old hand Charlie Mankopf has to say about the changes, the Czech/Slovak Only policy in the Bohemian Benevolent Society and the proliferance of non-Astorians in Astoria.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Posted By:  Layne Mosler
Photo:  Layne Mosler

Ornella Trattoria Italiana
If you're looking for chicken parm or lasagna, then Ornella Trattoria is not for you. There are plenty of other places in New York where you can feast on classic Ital-American cuisine. But if you're on the hunt for house-made pastas, daily specials featuring regional Italian classics, and chocolate mixed with pig's blood (no joke--it's a delicacy of a dessert known as sanguinaccio), Giuseppe Viterale's neighborhood feasting spot is right up your alley. Sauces (like the tomato cream over an otherwise tasty imbustata) can be a little out of balance, but risotto is spot-on and so is the osso bucco. Plus, Ornella is fond of hosting special dinners with winning names like "Pork Night." Sign us up!



Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Posted By:  Molly Riordan
Photo:  Molly Riordan

Socrates Sculpture Park
One of the best art experiences you can have in this city isn't in a gallery or a museum. It's not even in Manhattan. Socrates Sculpture Park in Astoria will force you to shed your reservations about long N-train rides, art, and the cultural validity of Queens. Beyond being an anomaly in the neighborhood, SSP stands out because of the art itself. The curators seem to understand the perverse humor of putting a sculpture park on the edge of the East River overlooking Roosevelt Island and the temporary installations at SSP have the same aura of playful unexpectedness: a stack of plaster birthday cakes, a fake subway entrance, a beheaded and cross-sectioned vinyl whale. Their new exhibit opens September 13th, and though their summer film series is over there will be more events before Arctic winds blow in from the Bronx. So stop being an art-snob and go to Queens to learn that good art knows how to enjoy itself.



Monday, September 21, 2009

Posted By:  Molly Riordan
Photo:  Molly Riordan

Loveday 31 Vintage
Astoria does not want for shops. If you want to buy a mop, a cannoli, a faux-leather jacket, a vat of hair gel, or a cell-phone plan, you'll be set. But if you're one of the 15 people in the neighborhood who'd rather buy a granny-dress than a granny-cart, Loveday 31 is your best--perhaps, only--bet. The buttonhole-sized shop on 31st Avenue (get it?) is a colorful oasis of mothball-scented garb from the past six decades, including a wall of boots, some funky handbags, and jewelry new and old. Lovely to be sure, but not lovely enough to justify the price tags which are much too high if you can find them at all. As the only game in town, it seems Loveday assumes its preciousness can compel the funky frontierswomen of Queens to pay $65 for a dress that they'd probably pass over at the Salvo a few blocks away. Regardless, if you're in the market for a sequin-encrusted sweater, Loveday's your place. Just be prepared for irony when the Astoria-octogenarian in the deli is wearing the same one.



Monday, September 14, 2009

Posted By:  Molly Riordan
Photo:  Molly Riordan

Sweet Afton
Sweet Afton had only been open one week when I went, but I wouldn't have known: great food, great service, no sign of new-bar foibles afoot. What gives? Turns out this new addition to the Astoria scene was manufactured by the Manhattanites responsible for Bua and Wilfie & Nell, and follows a similar formula: exposed brick and salvaged materials make up the interior, while "locally sourced" food and antique-modern cocktails fill the menu. Though common in other parts of the city, these rote restaurant trends are still hard to come by in Astoria. Hence the crowds even on weeknights as locals enjoy brews from Kelso, pickles from McClure's (deep-fried, consumed voraciously by yours truly), and comfort-culinary delights like Gruyere mac n' cheese and luscious-looking burgers. The vibe is more Fort Greene than Queens, as are the prices, but the super-enthusiastic waitstaff and tasty food-and-bev will make Sweet Afton a hang-out for many Astorians. Sweet.



Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Posted By:  Molly Riordan
Photo:  Molly Riordan

Vesta
Psst. I gotta guy in Queens, a closet foodie with neighborhood pride, slippin' me the dirt on new eats. He's been raving about Vesta, so I did some investigatin'. My guy, he knows his stuff. Vesta's an unlikely Italian nook in Greek Astoria that feels fresh and familiar at the same time. The smallish, diverse menu changes with each new shipment from the Rooftop Garden and balances classics with trendier combos. Pastas and pizzas are light and flavorful without being laden with sauces and cheese. They're also big, but not quite big enough to split, so sate your cheese-fetish by adding a small plate of baked Taleggio or sheep's milk ricotta. The entrees are tasty if not outstanding--I prefer my mama's lasagna, but who doesn't? Vesta knows where it shines, and says so in its URL: vino. Superbly-selected, by the shot and glass, with almost all bottles under $30. I've yet to try the Baby Jesus Cake, but my guy in Queens recommends it: "I mean, they named it after the son of God!" So go, enjoy, and don't thank me, thank my informant. He's the one holding the chicken.



Friday, June 5, 2009

Posted By:  Molly Riordan
Photo:  Molly Riordan

Mundo Cafe
While foodies have finally discovered the diverse cuisine of Queens, Mundo cuts the guesswork and train hopping by cramming a world (or borough) of food into a tiny, side street cafe. The massive Mundo menu reads like a FIFA playoff bracket: Portuguese, Argentinean, Greek, Spanish, Turkish, Brazilian, Italian. We warmed up with the much-lauded Red Sonjas, red lentil and bulgur blobbets wrapped in lettuce leaves which we agreed were correctly advertised as a must-try. Turkish meatballs, unlike their sullen, sodden Italian brethren, were akin to light and crispy beef falafels. The crabmeat burger is forgiven for lacking distinct ethnicity as it clearly hails from the nation of delicious: its rich crabby goodness will likely paralyze me from ordering crabcakes anywhere else. While I've heard some entrees are odd (Ottoman dumplings reminiscent of beef cereal and milk), everything on our table was flavorful and perfectly presented. By the end of the meal, the initially empty restaurant was filled to capacity with every sort sipping wine and slurping Sonjas. Among the drapes and tin lanterns, we wayward Westerners could have been in a cafe anywhere on the Mediterranean rim. Who'da thunk we were in Queens.



Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Posted By:  Rebecca Katherine Hirsch
Photo:  Rebecca Katherine Hirsch

Bohemian Hall & Beer Garden
Everything everyone tells me about Astoria is a lie. No more Greek inhabitants? Tell that to the Phoenician-descended signage. No more cool Astorians? Tell that to the drugged-out '90s club kids, suited dullards, yapping old people and alien laborers laboring under the delusion that life is worth living. OK, fine, I'm wrong. But another thing people lie to me about in regard to Astoria is that there are no more Czechs and Slovaks. But the Bohemian Beer Garden is affiliated with a Czech-Slovak language school and only admits Astorians of Czech and Slovak descent into its secret Bohemian Citizen's Benevolent Society of Astoria. And the garden has light beer, dark beer, French fries, sauerkraut, sausages, uncomfortable benches (ouch, my incisors) and an enormous outdoor 'hall' (or whatever) space. OK, fine, I'm wrong. There are no more Czechs.



Thursday, September 18, 2008

Posted By:  Molly Riordan
Photo:  Molly Riordan

Jerusalem Pita House
I don't know what most people call it, but we call it by the name on the sign: "Pita Hot." Yes, it's grammatically confusing, but when one of the kings of falafel who run the shop offers you a free sampling of hummus-dipped pita hot off the panini-press, it all makes sense. Not just hot: hawt. As in damn-delicious and mighty fine. Same goes for the baba ghanoush, the falafel, all of it. Pick your filling and $3.50 buys you a pita sandwich, carefully--nay, lovingly--stuffed with fresh lettuce, tomato, cucumber, and their own creamy-nutty tahini sauce. Should you be so bold, go for a bit of spice when prompted. And if you're truly audacious or just plain starving, dare to order the Jerusalem Falafel sandwich, packed with crispy tender falafel and THREE more fillings. There are platters and wraps, appetizers and desserts--for these I cannot speak. For me, the holy pilgrimage to Astoria is for one purpose only: to worship at this hot house of pita.



Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Posted By:  Rebecca Katherine Hirsch
Photo:  Courtesy of Jason Eppink

Buzzer Thirty
According to one storied website, Buzzer 30 is a "community arts organization with an exhibition space" located in a somewhat modern-looking warehouse in Astoria. In this same building exists Astoria Soundworks, some ballet thingamajig, an impressive staircase and a tenebrous confederacy of theoretically art-centric, mysteriously Peter Pannish, stylistically late-90s young people intertwined by a single magical linking collection of syllables: Wonderland. I have nomadically infiltrated this circle of spring chickens in a time of uncertain housing and I have found it wild. I encountered endless amounts of food and drink, ceaseless revelry and disparate young people lounging on probably dust mite-infested sofas. Youthful, frowzled and interlaced by somewhat interchangeable lank young men with dark hair and guitars, Wonderland (I mean, the haunt of the kids in the building that houses Buzzer 30) is an instructively college-like arena; its aura lackadaisical, hospitable and disconcerting. And I'm totally into that in a strategic social-experiment sense.



Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Posted By:  Jennifer Keeney Sendrow
Photo:  Jennifer Keeney Sendrow

Nook 'n Crannie
Whenever I hear "Nook n' Crannie," I think of that Thomas' English Muffins commercial from the early 80s with muffins flying from the toaster as they sing "one and only, funny lookin', tasty cookin'..." Those things are good, but they are definitely more akin to crumpets and not muffins at all. The new outpost of Astoria's Nook n' Crannie on Vernon Boulevard doesn't sell breakfast breads of any type, but rather a selection of housewares and gifts of the antique/vintage/junk variety. They have some good stuff, and the prices aren't too bad. Besides, all the money goes to support programs that help people recovering from drug or alcohol addictions learn new skills and rebuild their lives. All in all, better than toast.



Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Posted By:  Jayson Walker
Photo:  Jayson Walker

Some storefronts act as a halfway house for half-baked business ideas. In recent times, this address has been temporary home to a non-descript café with unmemorable food and a kinda-sports bar/sorta-deli that didn’t succeed at either try, though it seems to have found a more permanent resident in, wait for it, a Greek restaurant! In Astoria, nonetheless! Serving the niche of those dying to pay Manhattan prices but just can’t seem to stomach the train ride in, Ovelia makes a noble (but outdated) attempt at the cool quotient eluding most neighborhood eateries. Swapping sentimental for sexy, bouzouki for Worldbeat, and the requisite refrigerator-cum-kitchen entrance with a well-executed maritime-twilit bar, it (more fairly) treats diners as guests, rather than customers who accidentally stumbled through the back door (although I tend to like that vibe…). The fare is given a more tender treatment (better execution and plating) than proximal competitors, and extant haute cuisine like sweetbreads tempt the audacious palate, but an $8 glass (all Greek selection) may leave you feeling less adventurous pocket-wise. Thankfully the basics are a safe bet but the prol in me can’t help wondering if I wouldn’t have been happier at Opa Souvlaki.



Friday, March 9, 2007

Posted By:  Jayson Walker
Photo:  Jayson Walker

Halal Meat Cart
When livers burn the midnight oil, the body suffers. While you lie in blissful coma, dead to most save for warm drool and a huge-ula inducing moving-furniture snore, your liver is on double-shift, scrubbing that never-a-good-idea shot-for-the-road from your bloodstream. But a job, however well done, is never completely finished. The taxed organ always punches the clock too damn early, leaving the mop-water bucket to coagulate in the hallway and the freight truck in idle, diesel fumes choking up the loading dock (apply any of these poorly drawn hangover-induced analogies to your own particular maladies, north or south). Time to call the clean-up crew…Like bespectacled matrons scrubbing the chapel with Murphy’s Oil, these three hard-working pushcart punchers craft a $4 grease pill that’ll exorcise the demons from the church of the poisoned mind (apparently not fast enough, judging that last metaphor): grease-grilled chicken, eggplant, onions, and French fries stuffed into a toasted hero slathered in tahini. Yes, it’s as good as it sounds, and actually works: possibly panacea, or just another guilty diversion from the previous binge, but whatever happens, upon eating, sentences slowly start to form again. Graceful prose, however…



Friday, February 9, 2007

Posted By:  Jayson Walker
Photo:  Jayson Walker

El Boqueron
“Be sharp, I move pretty fast,” said Miller Bermeo, manhandling a sangria pitcher while posing for a photo. Easy for him: he´s not already two drinks in, celebrating an impending 6 am flight to Mexico. Waah...He and his brother Gonzalo, co-owners of El Boqueron, both suit-clad (the waiters in tuxes), circled the room like slick presidential hopefuls, sharing hospitality duties with the wait staff to handle the 10-deep line at the door. Not typical for Astoria (waits, tuxes, or hustle) but tapas isn´t perfected by sitting on your ass. Case in point: here, Sardinas al a Plancha Sal Gordo (lukewarm grease elsewhere) comes fast and flaky with a perfect char, salt and natural oil in a delicious balance. Pulpo al a Gallega (elsewhere charred rubber) masquerades as seared tuna texture-wise: an extra virgin and paprika-heavy wonder. And in their hands, a simple escalibada is whipsawed “Grandmother Style” into cod ceviche with the sweet zip of marinated peppers and zucchini. True to my wallet, each tapas is Queens-priced (none over $9) and served with a tasteful flamboyance parcel to knowing you´re very good at what you do. Vive Hombres Bermeo!



Thursday, February 1, 2007

Posted By:  Jayson Walker
Photo:  Jayson Walker

While first impressions are important, I sometimes need two or three; just remembering names is tough. True story: midway through my second lunch special that day (a well-reviewed cubano) and third meal overall at a nameless Astoria restaurant, I had an impression. It stunk. Upset over dry, sliced(!) shoulder and thick dead pickle in a crumbly coffin, I threw in the towel and pedaled, ass-frozen, to Astoria’s Little Camaguey: Latin Cabana, and for a third lunch had Nilda Valdez’s sandwich masterwork that should have been my only that day. For $4 (drink included), moist pulled pernil replaced slabs of dry flesh, the pluck of a tangy pickle exploded out of folds of firm but forgiving Cuban white brushed with garlic, olive oil, and lemon to a high-gloss finish. Drowning the last bite in Mojo Criollo, I felt explorer’s remorse: Tuesday’s gravy-thick Rabo Encendido (Oxtail), and Friday’s flaky Bacalao a la Cabana (both $5.50 w/yucca and maduros), specials that I’d normally have perused, were usurped by far substandard victuals. Nilda, in camo flannel and Yankees’ lid: can you forgive me? I returneth, ne’er to stray again.



Thursday, January 4, 2007

Posted By:  Jayson Walker
Photo:  GAHS

Greater Astoria Historical Society
The space occupied by the Greater Astoria Historical Society: a one-time mausoleum magnate's family gallery located above a still-operational funeral home, cannot escape a certain implicit irony. Equal parts precious artifact museum, document repository, and lecture hall, it, like its ground-floor neighbor, serves a certain needed civic duty as a salon of reflection, remembrance, and memorial for that which has passed forever to antiquity (in this case, the independent municipality of Long Island City incorporating the villages of Astoria, Ravenswood, Hunter's Point, etc. pre-1898 NYC annexation), never to return. While a somber space for some (read: sympathetic Brooklynites who like to whine over their similar loss of indie cred), a whimsical memory-lane stroll for others, this all-volunteer society, whose membership ($20 yearly) is in the hundreds, has a living agenda. Through monthly lectures, walking tours, book publication (all events are listed on http://www.astorialic.org), web involvement, and neighborhood site protection, the Society's aim since its formation in 1985 is to bring value to the neighborhood's past to help better define its future. In the face of Fedderization and Ratner-itis (it's only a matter of time, Astorians...) such grassroots civic-mindedness is essential.



Thursday, December 7, 2006

Posted By:  Jayson Walker
Photo:  Jayson Walker

Roti Boti
In some ways, the hamlet of Astoria rates pre-Elizabethan when it comes to certain service industries. Sure, the institutions of alcohol and adult entertainment operate on Vegas time, but the late-night food trade goes largely unrepresented. Those tired and drunk who've tried to cobble together a half-assed meal in the aisles of Trade Fair at 4 am will take umbrage: the night in Astoria only caters to certain other hungers, relegating food to a quaint daytime activity. In this respect, Roti Boti is the smut peddler of food. Yeah, it's way out—its less than convenient locale usually draws local Paks/Bangladeshis and stranded or off-duty cab-drivers for quick and dirty subcontinent fare. But hoofing it pays. Piled skewers of tandoori chicken, lamb legs, whole quail, goat kebab, and shockingly spicy composite karahi, curry, and biryani satisfy while big screen Bollywood at screechingly loud levels are a cold coffee enema for the booze-weary trip back home or wherever. And it's perversely cheap: the most expensive plate-filling mound is $7.



Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Posted By:  Jayson Walker
Photo:  Jayson Walker

The odd-lot good: victim of the machinations of mass production. Decent appliances with bruised boxes, bed sheets with bygone designs, and suspect off-brands like Trisonic batteries and Standard screwdrivers tantalizingly priced and shelved next to an overstocked-come-shunned real McCoy: who will speak for them? The disgraced starlet relied on Warhol for redemption; these also-rans have The Bargain Stop. A three-storefront mall on 30th Ave: this mega-low-mart has supplied a secondary market to Astoria's deal hunters for over 15 years. Not all goods are good: skip the sweatshop clothes and home objects d'crap and go for the surprising selection of name-brand toiletries, storage/luggage, beach/BBQ/kitchen gear, hard-to-find specialties like plug adaptors and vacuum bags, and impossible-to-make-shitty items like safety pins. A one-stop for a frantic apartment re-org. Best feature: staff has bookish retention of store inventory like all sizes/varieties of laundry detergent, great for a quick need-it-now, lest you fend for yourself and get side-tracked by a great deal on a Black and Decker fry daddy, or cheap gifts for blind Grandma: red light bulbs, 3-pack/$.99.



Thursday, October 5, 2006

Posted By:  Jayson Walker
Photo:  Jayson Walker

Irish pubs in NYC are more numerous than unplanned Catholic pregnancies. But what makes a good one? Irish owned, naturally. No masquerading Upper East Side frat traps. Buybacks are necessary: every third on the house makes the next two a forgone purchase. Irish bartenders—real ones with real accents from the real country—are a plus. Numerous framed pictures of Shane MacGowan on-stage at the bar with a pint of Guinness mid-throat like that ostrich in the poster (he's also been seen urlin' in the next-door laundromat) make it extra special. The Quays has all of that, plus a padded wall at the bottom of the bathroom steps for head-first piss-take plunges. That's fucking brilliant. Also, glass booths every third or fourth stool confine loud sing-a-long blearghhing every time Sally MacLennane comes from the band or the jukebox, separating the merry pint-swillers from the surly shot-nursers. The Irish may have left Astoria for Woodside, but they left the Quays to remind us how much we still have to learn about drinking.



Thursday, September 21, 2006

Posted By:  Jayson Walker
Photo:  Jayson Walker

JJ's
31st Ave, Dr, or Rd? If named streets were too difficult for the turn-of-the-century annexed borough, what led them to this bombastic nomen-fisting? Similar questions might confound those used to necessity-based chowing in Astoria when encountering hard-to-spot JJ's Restaurant, a French-Sushi Fusion known by JJ Fusion, JJ's Tofu, or just JJ's. Relax, because it's the destination that is the reward in the journey. Interesting twists like tuna sashimi with wasabi basil oil and apple chips, potato and leek spring rolls w/sweet chili, and edamame dumplings brighten the standard apps menu. For mains, pepper-crusted tuna slabs with vinaigrette-doused arugula are a nice left turn up a typical sushi one-way. Rolls, however, are Richard's specialty: salmon, soybean paper, mango sauce, and almonds w/brown rice make a nice 5-ingredient pile-up. Or make your own. More trips off Astoria's subway avenues should be as rewarding.



Monday, September 4, 2006

Posted By:  Jayson Walker
Photo:  Jayson Walker

Tony's Souvlaki Opa!
Buried under the N Train at 30th Avenue and tiled like a proud Grecian bathroom floor, the street window of Opa! Souvlaki seems more of a heat-cured grillmaster peepshow than an inviting glance into an eating opportunity. But judge not! For curiosity rewards you handsomely. At the storefront's broken-armed statue, customers choose from a pictographic menu offering satisfying souvlaki take out dishes. However, diners looking to eat like Tony Sopranopoulous are led Swingers-style to a true Mediterranean respite. Past the ovens and dishwashers mid-Opa! you’ll find cozy indoor and outdoor gardens with Hellenic hand-painted murals that, while kitsch, are wholly transcendent. Flaky spanakopita, dense pastisio (think lasagna on Retabol), and pleasing garlic, roe, and eggplant dips w/bakery bread list as starters but eat like full meals. Loukanaki and fresh fish are worthy mains, but a must-try is their grilled octopus: filet mignon with tentacles. Top if off with house retsina, hum to Greek pop filling the air, and marvel that 20 feet up, the roaring N seems eerily silent in this pre-EU paradise.




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Other Astoria Restaurants

Agnanti Meze
Wonderful Greek/Cypriot cuisine just across from Astoria Park.
Kabab Café
Haute Egyptian cooked to order by friendly chef-owner, Ali.
Trattoria L'Incontro
One of the city's best Italian restaurants. Seriously.

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Other Astoria Nightlife

Albatross Bar
Gay dive bar with a raucous karaoke night
Bohemian Hall & Beer Garden
Over 100 years old; room for 500 in the garden.
Café Bar
Funky place for coffee or cocktails serving Mediterranean food.
Crescent & Vine
Lovely little wine bar, with good beers to boot
Sweet Afton
Salvaged wood, comfort food, fancy drinks. Sweet.

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Other Astoria Shopping

Artopolis Bakery
Delicious Greek desserts, especially the baklava pie
Lockwood Shop
Lifestyle shop run by Astoria boosters; good events and extras.
Loveday 31 Vintage
Hip new and vintage clothes.
Martha's Country Bakery
Best pound cake around, and everything else is good too.
Sal, Kris, and Charlie Deli
They don't call them the "sandwich kings of Astoria" for nothing.
Second Best Thrift Shop
Great source for cheap secondhand furniture and knick-knacks.
Titan Foods
The Zabar's of Astoria.

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Other Astoria Landmarks

Museum of the Moving Image
Fantastic interactive film/TV museum, with screenings of classic films.
Socrates Sculpture Park
Cool, gritty sculpture park with events and films.
The Noguchi Museum
Noguchi's converted factory studio with representative works and beautiful garden.

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