Jake Conway
Jake Conway
Recent Stories
Conway: A policy in cold blood
Today and tomorrow many of you will donate blood at the American Red Cross sponsored blood drive here at Yale. But I can’t. I’m gay.
Basil: Lipstick on an Ivy Noodle
Basil Restaurant opened two weeks ago at 142 Howe St., with little fanfare — and little to recommend it.
Taste this, America
Even when our economy is malnourished, there are those who want to make sure everyone is fully fed.
The Guys are back in town
Like any fast-food hamburger joint, Five Guys Burgers and Fries serves up greasy roadside fare at cheap prices.
Coffee Nos. 3, 4
New Haven is a lucky town. Two new coffee shops! Willoughby’s opened a new branch on York Street, and Blue State dropped roots on Wall Street. But are they any good? Jake Conway reports.
New Haven is a lucky town. Two new coffee shops! Willoughby’s opened a new branch on York Street, and Blue State dropped roots on Wall Street. But are they any good? Jake Conway reports.
Koffee’s bastard kousin
The problem with Bru is as simple as its chichi, postmodern name. The coffee shop on 141 Orange St., formerly Koffee on Orange (before that, Moka), is another fledgling split-away from the now almost defunct New Haven coffee empire spelling its shops’ names with that annoyingly egregious “K.”
This peach is juicy
One look at the luscious title script of Erin McCarley’s “Love, Save the Empty,” flowing freely on a sepia self-portrait on the album cover, and it is easy to write off the Texas singer-songwriter’s debut as another jaunt into a hackneyed fairyland of escapist romance.
The Britshow continues
The only thing reminiscent of a “Circus” in Britney’s sixth studio album is her low, husky, almost lion-like growl. Unless your vision of a circus includes lascivious Britney strutting her “six-inch heels” and scanty “lace and leather” garb intoning: “all eyes on me / in the center of the ring.” In that case, this is Britney’s Barnum and Bailey’s. Bitch.
Local restaurant hosts cookie-tasting
Forget visions of sugar plums — pistachio-cranberry icebox cookies are the new stuff of holiday dreams.
Sellout! Sellout!
I have been to the Great Wall twice, but I always avoid Badaling. Badaling is its most visited section, an overly renovated expanse of Disney-theme-park-style stone signal towers and perfectly rectangular steps and railings, replacing real disintegrating ruins, where foreign dignitaries and tourists giddily frolic and, with their backs to the stretches of walls and rolling hills beyond, take the requisite photo before buying an “I climbed the Great Wall” T-shirt.